Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Anything's Possible ❯ Rise and Shine, Even If Its Not Your Valentine! ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z. *sobs* However any characters, such as Jen, who weren't part of the original DBZ cast, do belong to me, since they are a product of my own imagination!

Author's Notes: I'm trying to keep everyone in character, but am also making some pathetic attempts to have some humorous moments in here. I would apologize for the rather excessive use of foul language, but since this story is rated NC-17, I'm not going to concern myself with it too much. Oh, and don't forget to REVIEW!!!

Chapter 4

Dawn had yet to arrive when a shadowy figure slipped into the darkened bedroom. Quickly, it located the tranquil form laying on the bed and silently approached it, stopping once it was hovering threateningly over the oblivious girl. The man's scowl deepened.

"BRAT! Get Your Lazy Ass Up!" he hissed.

Still deep in a dreamless sleep, the girl merely mumbled something incoherent and turned over so that she was no longer facing the disturbance. The man gritted his teeth and poked her in the ribs. All that accomplished was her groaning in protest and scooting farther away from the agitated intruder. Fed up, the man growled in exasperation.

Suddenly a devilish smirk crossed his face as an idea struck him. Hands took hold of the edge of the mattress and effortlessly lifted one side high into the air.

There was a startled squeal, immediately followed by a loud thump and another groan, although this one pained, from the other side of the large cushion. Calmly he let the mattress drop back down on to its box spring, and the Saiyan no Ouji smirked at the sight he had caused.

On the floor, sprawled in a tangle of sheets, was a very confused and drowsy Jen. She scowled up at him with a sleepy glare. "What'd you do that for, Vegeta?" the teenager demanded groggily, her tail swishing from side to side in agitation.

The Saiyan Prince dropped the amused smirk to replace it with a stern scowl. "Its time to start training! Now get up! I expect you down in the Gravity Room in twenty minutes! And you won't appreciate what I'll do to you if your late! Got it?!" he ordered the saiyan girl, who was struggling to suppress a yawn.

"Oh, come on, Vegeta! The sun hasn't even risen yet! Can't it wait for another hour? When its not 4:30 in the morning?" the sleepy adolescent requested, glancing at the alarm clock. Vegeta's scowl deepened.

"NO! There are less than two years left before the Androids arrive and you haven't even been trained in the basics yet! I don't know if its occurred to you yet, but you ARE stuck in this dimension now! So I suggest you get your ass in gear and start preparing! ...Otherwise, you can just die when those tin-cans show up, you poor excuse for a saiyan!" he shouted at her angrily.

Jen was on her feet in an instant, fists clenched tightly as she instinctively crouched in a fighting stance. She snarled at the Saiyan Prince.

"Vegeta! I know perfectly damn well that I'm stuck in this dimension! I'm also perfectly damn well aware that I am in desperate need of training! And that I can't tell you how thankful and flattered I am that you have offered to be the one to teach me. HOWEVER I also know that I DON'T LIKE BEING RUDELY WOKEN UP AT FOUR- THIRTY IN THE FUCKING MORNING EITHER!! ESPECIALLY the morning after discovering that I'm not even a member of the same race that I have, for my entire life, believed myself to be! So just BACK OFF!" the furious Saiyan female bellowed.

Her eyebrows were practically touching from the force of the intense glare she was throwing at the other Saiyan. Her lips were pulled back into a menacing snarl, revealing the abnormally sharp canines of the Saiyans, and a threatening, animalistic growl vibrated up from her throat. Her nails were starting to break through the skin in her palms and the dark brown fur covering her tail, which was lashing like a whip behind her, was puffed out a bit, like a cat's. Vegeta could feel her ki growing rapidly. He smirked mentally.

'The girl is definitely Saiyan. Right down to her damn temper!' the Prince thought, while physically gritting his teeth. Before he could do anything else though, the lights suddenly flicked on, momentarily blinding the two feuding Saiyans.

"Well! Someone certainly isn't a morning person!" Bulma's voice interrupted. They turned, squinting painfully at the doorway. There the blue haired woman, clad in a bathrobe, leaned against the frame.

"Woman, what are you doing up?" Vegeta demanded his mate. Bulma rolled her eyes.

"As if anyone in the city could sleep with you two making enough noise to wake the dead!" she scolded, glaring at the two. Vegeta humphed and took interest in an invisible spot on the wall. Jen just looked at her bare feet angrily, still agitated, but not wanting to offend her new landlord.

"Gomen nasai, Bulma-san," the American teen mumbled. Bulma cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Why are you apologizing, Jen? Its not your fault that Prince Uncharming here refuses to improve his Namekien frog manners," Bulma told her, jerking her thumb at Vegeta. Jen laughed.

Vegeta only scowled harder as he was confused. He had a feeling there was something deeper about that insult, but he wasn't about to ask. After all what did a Saiyan Prince care about stupid Chikyu fairy tales.

Meanwhile the two women continued laughing at Bulma's joke. Annoyed, Vegeta finally shouted, "Oh enough! There is still training to be done!" The Saiyan Prince glared at Jen. "I still expect you dressed and in the Gravity Room in twenty minutes. So get moving!" With that he marched out of the room, herding Bulma out as well, and slamming the door behind them.

Jen sighed. It was going to be a long day!

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Nineteen minutes and forty five seconds later, Jen ran across the huge, carefully manicured, green lawn of Capsule Corp., headed towards the Gravity Room. The first rays of sunlight were beginning to peek up over the horizon as she quickly climbed the ramp and pounded on the spaceship's door with her fist.

Almost immediately, it was forcibly swung open and Jen had to catch herself before she struck Vegeta. She knew of course that even if she did allow the blow to connect, it wouldn't have hurt him, but one never knew how the ornery Saiyan Prince would react.

This time, he simply looked down at her fist, which was hovering barely an inch over his muscular, navy tank top clad chest, then back up and grinned devilishly at her.

"Glad to see that you're eager to get started!" In the blink of an eye, he whipped his own hand up to tightly grasp the adolescent Saiyan's wrist, then with a hard tug, jerked her into the training facility.

The girl stumbled, but quickly managed to catch herself and whipped around to glare at him. A dull ache welled up from her wrist, but it was hardly serious. Vegeta shut the door, then turned and approached her. He circled Jen several times, arms folded tightly across his chest, studying her. Finally he stopped, once again facing the Saiyan female.

"Alright, I suppose the first thing you need to do is learn how to control your ki. You do have enough of it that it should be easy. Do you have any experience with fighting at all?" the Saiyan Royal asked. Jen could detect disgust in his voice. Probably from actually having to ask a Saiyan such a question, she decided.

She nodded slowly. "I've had my share of fights at school or in other foster homes. Everyone said I needed to control my temper," she admitted with a shrug. Vegeta smirked.

"Good!" Jen had to catch herself before she rolled her eyes at that response. Mainly because right after the Saiyan no Ouji told her that, his scowl returned and he said, "Sit down."

They both did, sitting cross legged facing each other. "Now relax and concentrate.... Once your mind is clear, imagine that there is a little flame that resides within you, then picture that you're drawing it out of your body, into your hands." Vegeta instructed. Jen nodded and prepared herself to do as she was directed.

To Be Continued.....

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Next Time: Training continues as Jen figures out how to control her ki and learns to fly!

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Author's Notes: Okay, yes, Jen is American, but she can speak Japanese as well as English. Alright! She learned it in school, or through the internet or however you want to theorize about how she learned it. Its up to you! Don't forget to Review!