Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Ledgendary Child ❯ Chapter 9
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By: earlsblueeyedangel 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.31.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 280 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.31.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 280 | Status: Completed
Minutes later a clean Bulma appeared from her room wearing a light blue spandex suit and chest plate armor. She headed for the training room, that Chi-Chi had instructed her, ready for battle. When she entered the large room she saw four men in the room. She recognized Vegeta immediately, but the other three were unknown to her. As she approached them, two got into a fighting position, facing her.
"So, these are the two that I am supposed to fight?" she asked as she studied the males in front of her. Vegeta smirked at the look of pure boredom on her face. She looked back up at him. Cerulean meeting onyx. "These are not a challenge." The men in question growled at her comment, but in one flash of blue both men were on the ground on their stomachs. Vegeta looked shocked for one second before he let out a chuckle.
"Very nice," Vegeta said as he approached her. "Those were just third class so I will now bring in some second class warriors." He turned to the two men that were unconscious. Normally he would kill them, but he decided not to. He turned to the other man in the room, who to Bulma seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn't figure out where she had seen him. "Take them to the med room and make sure that once they are conscious that they are made to train for the next year for at least fifteen hours a day." The man nodded and flashing a nice smile to Bulma took both men in his arms left the two alone, but not for long before two more men entered the room.
(Hours Later...)
Bulma entered her apartment, her cloths torn to shreds, but a clear smile of victory on her face. She had fought two second class warriors and then some first class ones, all of which she had drilled into the ground with little effort. Then there came the Elite. Those two men had made her sweat and they had even managed to hit her more than once. After defeating them she had been told by Vegeta to clean up and since they had missed lunch had been told to meet him in the mess hall for food before they headed back to the training room to fight his royal guard, Kakarot. Bulma headed into the bathroom and thirty minutes later emerged decked out in lavender spandex suit with no armor to cover it. She pulled her long hair back in a braid and headed for the mess hall that Vegeta had instructed her to go to.
(In Space...)
Zarbon slept peacefully as his small pod headed into the direction of Planet Vegeta where his young ward had headed. He knew that if Frieza found where his daughter had gone that he would be displeased, but none of this mattered right now. He would get Bulma and return her to her father. If she refused to go then he would stay and watch over her until she was ready to leave or until her six months were over.
(Back On Vegeta-sei...)
Bulma frowned at all the male eyes that fell upon her as soon as she entered the large mess hall. Yeah, this would definitely be a long day, especially with all the unwanted attention. She made her way to the line that led to the food counters where some aliens dished out familiar and unfamiliar food. As the line grew closer to the food she suddenly felt this odd presence in her heart. It was if someone had reached into her body and was squeezing her heart. She glanced around, no one in the room looked familiar, but this feeling had only been felt in her dreams when she dreamed about a lavender haired woman and a dark haired man. She knew them somehow, but where, she did not know. She had told her father of these dreams, but he had dismissed them as dreams and nothing more. With a shrug of her slender shoulders she turned back to face the food that grew closer to her hungry person. Soon she was a table by herself with mountains of food. That was one thing that made her question her paternity. Her father never ate as much as she did and even if she was a half breed, what race ate like she did? Then Vegeta appeared before her, his face smug.
"So where is your little bodyguard that was with you all day?" Vegeta looked up at her and with a shrug of his broad shoulders told her of his guards whereabouts.
"He is eating at his apartment with his pregnant mate." Bulma seemed shocked at this bit of news, but instead of saying something about it she began to eat the food before her. Then it hit her as she looked at the Sayian in front of her that he was eating about the same amount that she was.
'No, I can't be a Sayian!' she thought to herself as she shook her head. An hour later they headed back to the training room. Kakarot met them there no less than five minutes later with a content look on his young face.
"This is your next sparing partner. He is the strongest of our kind, next to myself and my father." Bulma eyed the man in front of her with surprise, but got into a fighting stance. Kakarot followed suit. Vegeta watched the two study each other before flying at each other with vengeance. Vegeta watched in awe as both fighters disappeared as their powers clashed in a single blast of light. He easily tracked their movements even thought their physical bodies were invisible to the naked eye. Soon they stopped, their sagging bodies crouched on opposite sides of the room, both panting from exhaustion, but neither giving into exhaustion.
"So, getting tired are we?" Bulma taunted. Kakarot smirked.
"No, are you?" Bulma smirked as she shook her head.
"No." With that simple word They both launched into the air, after each other with the urge to prove their strength. After hours of fighting Bulma finally managed to bring Kakarot to his knees in submission. Vegeta clapped as he walked out to the pair of tired Sayians.
"Okay, Kakarot. Go home." The Sayian in question bowed to his prince before exiting the room. The Vegeta turned his attention to the blue haired girl. "Onna, we will fight tomorrow. Be ready for a very long day."
"So, these are the two that I am supposed to fight?" she asked as she studied the males in front of her. Vegeta smirked at the look of pure boredom on her face. She looked back up at him. Cerulean meeting onyx. "These are not a challenge." The men in question growled at her comment, but in one flash of blue both men were on the ground on their stomachs. Vegeta looked shocked for one second before he let out a chuckle.
"Very nice," Vegeta said as he approached her. "Those were just third class so I will now bring in some second class warriors." He turned to the two men that were unconscious. Normally he would kill them, but he decided not to. He turned to the other man in the room, who to Bulma seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn't figure out where she had seen him. "Take them to the med room and make sure that once they are conscious that they are made to train for the next year for at least fifteen hours a day." The man nodded and flashing a nice smile to Bulma took both men in his arms left the two alone, but not for long before two more men entered the room.
(Hours Later...)
Bulma entered her apartment, her cloths torn to shreds, but a clear smile of victory on her face. She had fought two second class warriors and then some first class ones, all of which she had drilled into the ground with little effort. Then there came the Elite. Those two men had made her sweat and they had even managed to hit her more than once. After defeating them she had been told by Vegeta to clean up and since they had missed lunch had been told to meet him in the mess hall for food before they headed back to the training room to fight his royal guard, Kakarot. Bulma headed into the bathroom and thirty minutes later emerged decked out in lavender spandex suit with no armor to cover it. She pulled her long hair back in a braid and headed for the mess hall that Vegeta had instructed her to go to.
(In Space...)
Zarbon slept peacefully as his small pod headed into the direction of Planet Vegeta where his young ward had headed. He knew that if Frieza found where his daughter had gone that he would be displeased, but none of this mattered right now. He would get Bulma and return her to her father. If she refused to go then he would stay and watch over her until she was ready to leave or until her six months were over.
(Back On Vegeta-sei...)
Bulma frowned at all the male eyes that fell upon her as soon as she entered the large mess hall. Yeah, this would definitely be a long day, especially with all the unwanted attention. She made her way to the line that led to the food counters where some aliens dished out familiar and unfamiliar food. As the line grew closer to the food she suddenly felt this odd presence in her heart. It was if someone had reached into her body and was squeezing her heart. She glanced around, no one in the room looked familiar, but this feeling had only been felt in her dreams when she dreamed about a lavender haired woman and a dark haired man. She knew them somehow, but where, she did not know. She had told her father of these dreams, but he had dismissed them as dreams and nothing more. With a shrug of her slender shoulders she turned back to face the food that grew closer to her hungry person. Soon she was a table by herself with mountains of food. That was one thing that made her question her paternity. Her father never ate as much as she did and even if she was a half breed, what race ate like she did? Then Vegeta appeared before her, his face smug.
"So where is your little bodyguard that was with you all day?" Vegeta looked up at her and with a shrug of his broad shoulders told her of his guards whereabouts.
"He is eating at his apartment with his pregnant mate." Bulma seemed shocked at this bit of news, but instead of saying something about it she began to eat the food before her. Then it hit her as she looked at the Sayian in front of her that he was eating about the same amount that she was.
'No, I can't be a Sayian!' she thought to herself as she shook her head. An hour later they headed back to the training room. Kakarot met them there no less than five minutes later with a content look on his young face.
"This is your next sparing partner. He is the strongest of our kind, next to myself and my father." Bulma eyed the man in front of her with surprise, but got into a fighting stance. Kakarot followed suit. Vegeta watched the two study each other before flying at each other with vengeance. Vegeta watched in awe as both fighters disappeared as their powers clashed in a single blast of light. He easily tracked their movements even thought their physical bodies were invisible to the naked eye. Soon they stopped, their sagging bodies crouched on opposite sides of the room, both panting from exhaustion, but neither giving into exhaustion.
"So, getting tired are we?" Bulma taunted. Kakarot smirked.
"No, are you?" Bulma smirked as she shook her head.
"No." With that simple word They both launched into the air, after each other with the urge to prove their strength. After hours of fighting Bulma finally managed to bring Kakarot to his knees in submission. Vegeta clapped as he walked out to the pair of tired Sayians.
"Okay, Kakarot. Go home." The Sayian in question bowed to his prince before exiting the room. The Vegeta turned his attention to the blue haired girl. "Onna, we will fight tomorrow. Be ready for a very long day."