Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Deception ❯ The Fight ( Chapter 4 )
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By: crazyhelga 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.17.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 378 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.17.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 378 | Status: Work In Progress
-Deception-
By : Stacey Meyer
Chapter Four
Rated ~ R for violence and swearing
Disclaimer ~ Blah blah blah Vegeta is my slave blah blah blah Dbz will be mine blah blah
blah blah blah blah
Last time on Deception...
“Bring it on, woman. The day you beat me is the day I become your slave.”
“Okay, let’s make a little wager on it then. If I do beat you, you will become my
slave, just for a day. And if you win,”
“If I win, you have to do anything I tell you to do.”
“Anything?”
“That’s what I said, is it not? Anything I wish.”
“Fine, anything. You’re going to be groveling at my feet by the time I’m done
with you Veggie-head.”
“Don’t count on it, woman.” The two shook hands, completing the deal and
making it official, then they both got into a fighting stance and started powering up. This
was going to be one hell of a fight.
Chapter Four - The Fight
Vegeta crouched down into a fighting stance and powered up to half of his full ki
level. Bulma copied the Prince, powering up to three quarters of her full power, and
smiled maliciously.
“Computer, 150 times Vegeta-sei’s gravity.” A red light flashed, letting the two
Saiya-jins know that the simulator was working. “Let’s see how you fight in this kind of
gravity Veggie-head!” Vegeta slumped forward slightly due to the pull in gravity and
almost instantly a sheen of sweat appeared upon Vegeta’s forehead. *She’s not even
breaking a sweat! That stupid wench has been training without me! I’ll show her!.*
“Gravity at 150 times Vegeta-sei’s normal gravity, awaiting further instructions.”
The computer replied in a monotone voice.
“No further instruction, computer.” Bulma smirked playfully. "What’s the matter
Veggie boy? Can’t handle the heat?” Vegeta returned gesture with a smirk of his own,
telling Bulma silently that she would regret what she said. And regret it she would.
Without warning, Bulma charged Vegeta and tried for a roundhouse kick to his
abdomen, but Vegeta anticipated the kick and grabbed her leg, spinning her in the air. She
landed on one knee and looked up in her crouched position.
“I’m surprised Veggie, didn’t think you could handle the gravity that well.”
Vegeta growled in annoyment.
“You’re going to pay, wench.” Bulma got back up and charged again, this time
launching a full fledged attack of kicks and punches. Vegeta blocked all of them with little
trouble. He had noticed that Bulma used a specific pattern of attacks. Uppercut, lower
left jab, upper right jab, more uppercuts, a horde of various lower jabs, and several kicks
thrown in randomly. *The woman is getting sloppy with her fighting. She’s easier to read
than a book.* Vegeta halfheartedly threw in a few of his own punches and kicks, some
connecting, others being deflected in-between Bulma’s own attack towards him.
The gap between her abdomen and her upper chest area was painfully noticeable
when she threw the uppercuts and higher jabs and Vegeta, being the gentleman that he
was, decided to teach Bulma not to have obvious patterns by sending her a bone-crushing
roundhouse kick to the midsection. The blow connected, sending Bulma flying back into
the wall behind her and cracking a few of her precious ribs. She tried getting up but
stumbled back a little, settling back onto the white padded wall. She shook her limbs and
head, trying to clear the cobwebs. *Shit! I guess in higher gravity the blows are a little bit
more powerful.*
“You’re not ready for this. You need more training before you become mine to do
with as I please.”
“Fuck you Vegeta. You’re the one who started sweating the second the gravity
came on.”
“That may be, but I’m not the dumbass who has specific patterns in their attacks.
That shit will get you killed in battle if you’re not careful woman. You should be thanking
me for stopping you while you still have breath in your lungs.” Bulma got up and stalked
over to where Vegeta was standing.
“What are you saying, Vegeta? How dare you question my ability as a first-class!
I have more ki in my pinkie finger than your elites have in their whole life force and you sit
here and scrutinize my fighting!”
“You know exactly what I'm saying. You’re getting sloppy and it will not be
tolerated in my squads. Why the fuck do you think I sent you a kick that hard? I did it to
knock some sense into your thick skull." Vegeta got even closer to Bulma and started
putting his finger in her face. "And my men may be weaker than you, but they will stay
alive in a fight because they know how to fucking fight!” Taking in all of Vegeta’s words,
Bulma started to get more and more pissed off. Her heavenly blue eyes turned a shade of
gray and slanted into slits of pure anger. She pulled back her fist, which was now glowing
a light shade of blue, and slammed it into Vegeta’s face as hard as she could. A slight
cracking sound could be heard and Bulma stormed out of the gravity room, the door
closing with a swish. All the prince could do was hold his jaw and smiled painfully. She
may have fractured his jaw from the punch, but he was delighted nonetheless. He had
finally found a student with formidable power. And after a well earned trip to the med
wing, he was going to hunt Bulma down and force her to train with him. One hell of a
fight it was, indeed.
A/N ... shit this chapter sucked ....... well, I'm gonna go wallow in self-pity. peace!
Crazyhelga
By : Stacey Meyer
Chapter Four
Rated ~ R for violence and swearing
Disclaimer ~ Blah blah blah Vegeta is my slave blah blah blah Dbz will be mine blah blah
blah blah blah blah
Last time on Deception...
“Bring it on, woman. The day you beat me is the day I become your slave.”
“Okay, let’s make a little wager on it then. If I do beat you, you will become my
slave, just for a day. And if you win,”
“If I win, you have to do anything I tell you to do.”
“Anything?”
“That’s what I said, is it not? Anything I wish.”
“Fine, anything. You’re going to be groveling at my feet by the time I’m done
with you Veggie-head.”
“Don’t count on it, woman.” The two shook hands, completing the deal and
making it official, then they both got into a fighting stance and started powering up. This
was going to be one hell of a fight.
Chapter Four - The Fight
Vegeta crouched down into a fighting stance and powered up to half of his full ki
level. Bulma copied the Prince, powering up to three quarters of her full power, and
smiled maliciously.
“Computer, 150 times Vegeta-sei’s gravity.” A red light flashed, letting the two
Saiya-jins know that the simulator was working. “Let’s see how you fight in this kind of
gravity Veggie-head!” Vegeta slumped forward slightly due to the pull in gravity and
almost instantly a sheen of sweat appeared upon Vegeta’s forehead. *She’s not even
breaking a sweat! That stupid wench has been training without me! I’ll show her!.*
“Gravity at 150 times Vegeta-sei’s normal gravity, awaiting further instructions.”
The computer replied in a monotone voice.
“No further instruction, computer.” Bulma smirked playfully. "What’s the matter
Veggie boy? Can’t handle the heat?” Vegeta returned gesture with a smirk of his own,
telling Bulma silently that she would regret what she said. And regret it she would.
Without warning, Bulma charged Vegeta and tried for a roundhouse kick to his
abdomen, but Vegeta anticipated the kick and grabbed her leg, spinning her in the air. She
landed on one knee and looked up in her crouched position.
“I’m surprised Veggie, didn’t think you could handle the gravity that well.”
Vegeta growled in annoyment.
“You’re going to pay, wench.” Bulma got back up and charged again, this time
launching a full fledged attack of kicks and punches. Vegeta blocked all of them with little
trouble. He had noticed that Bulma used a specific pattern of attacks. Uppercut, lower
left jab, upper right jab, more uppercuts, a horde of various lower jabs, and several kicks
thrown in randomly. *The woman is getting sloppy with her fighting. She’s easier to read
than a book.* Vegeta halfheartedly threw in a few of his own punches and kicks, some
connecting, others being deflected in-between Bulma’s own attack towards him.
The gap between her abdomen and her upper chest area was painfully noticeable
when she threw the uppercuts and higher jabs and Vegeta, being the gentleman that he
was, decided to teach Bulma not to have obvious patterns by sending her a bone-crushing
roundhouse kick to the midsection. The blow connected, sending Bulma flying back into
the wall behind her and cracking a few of her precious ribs. She tried getting up but
stumbled back a little, settling back onto the white padded wall. She shook her limbs and
head, trying to clear the cobwebs. *Shit! I guess in higher gravity the blows are a little bit
more powerful.*
“You’re not ready for this. You need more training before you become mine to do
with as I please.”
“Fuck you Vegeta. You’re the one who started sweating the second the gravity
came on.”
“That may be, but I’m not the dumbass who has specific patterns in their attacks.
That shit will get you killed in battle if you’re not careful woman. You should be thanking
me for stopping you while you still have breath in your lungs.” Bulma got up and stalked
over to where Vegeta was standing.
“What are you saying, Vegeta? How dare you question my ability as a first-class!
I have more ki in my pinkie finger than your elites have in their whole life force and you sit
here and scrutinize my fighting!”
“You know exactly what I'm saying. You’re getting sloppy and it will not be
tolerated in my squads. Why the fuck do you think I sent you a kick that hard? I did it to
knock some sense into your thick skull." Vegeta got even closer to Bulma and started
putting his finger in her face. "And my men may be weaker than you, but they will stay
alive in a fight because they know how to fucking fight!” Taking in all of Vegeta’s words,
Bulma started to get more and more pissed off. Her heavenly blue eyes turned a shade of
gray and slanted into slits of pure anger. She pulled back her fist, which was now glowing
a light shade of blue, and slammed it into Vegeta’s face as hard as she could. A slight
cracking sound could be heard and Bulma stormed out of the gravity room, the door
closing with a swish. All the prince could do was hold his jaw and smiled painfully. She
may have fractured his jaw from the punch, but he was delighted nonetheless. He had
finally found a student with formidable power. And after a well earned trip to the med
wing, he was going to hunt Bulma down and force her to train with him. One hell of a
fight it was, indeed.
A/N ... shit this chapter sucked ....... well, I'm gonna go wallow in self-pity. peace!
Crazyhelga