Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Persuading the Enemy ❯ Methods of Persuading ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Prompt: "Idea".

A/N: Not sure how AU this will get. I'm kinda flying by the seat of my pants on this one, so I hope it all turns out okay! Let me know if you like or not, always gets me motivated to write more faster ^^

Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.


“A lady like me is gonna spend time with you guys in a place like this that doesn’t even have a toilet?!” Bulma turned her head to give Krillin a sideways glance.

Krillin stood from his rock seat and held his hands up. “There’s no need to worry about all that. I’m gonna take Gohan to go see the Eldest.”

Gohan looked over his shoulder, one of his hands unlatching from the gorge edging he was hanging onto . “Why?”

“What?!” Bulma shouted. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing! “So you’re just gonna leave me in a place like this? BY MYSELF?!”

“Please, just bear with it,” Krillin said steadily, seemingly unaffected by Bulma’s outburst. “If I can get Gohan to the Eldest, we may just have a chance at defeating Vegeta.”

Bulma calmed. “Really?” She looked to Gohan then back to Krillin.

“Yeah, I mean, the Eldest gave me a power up. Just think of what he could do for Gohan!”

Gohan floated down to join the two adults. “You really think that, Krillin?”

The small man grinned. “Well of course! You are half-Saiyan. Just think of how much more power you have sealed inside of you“
Krillin and Bulma began to laugh as Gohan watched the adults slowly losing their minds to the idea.


Vegeta rolled the one-star Dragonball next to the other five he had managed to steal from Frieza. He smirked at his victory, but it quickly faded as he thought about the seventh missing four-star Dragonball. “Fucking Earthlings,” he growled. “Where had that goddamm brat gotten the damn radar from? How had such an inferior, back-water race of weaklings thought to make something like that?” He sat down on the one-star ball with a huff. “Guess I’ll just have to be on my guard. They’ll be able to tell where I am with that fucking radar.”

It wasn’t long after that the ground began to quake and red blasts shot through the sky. He smirked again. At least he wasn’t the only one who was stuck. Blasting Frieza’s ship engine had been a brilliant idea. Now that damn bastard was stuck here with no scouters. Which meant no way to track him down for at least a few days. The only beings he had to worry about were those Earthlings, but they were a weak and pathetic bunch that he didn’t foresee as being too much of a threat should they decide to track him down.

Bulma lay on her back, stretched out across the dirt below her. Her face was scrunched up in disgust at the unlivable situation she was forced into. How Krillin and Gohan had just left her, again. Her, a delicate flower in the middle of a barren wasteland. It was bad enough when she’d found out this planet didn’t have a night and the inhabitants were genderless. Now she was stuck out here with no place to set up her home-away-from-home.

She sat up, fluffing the dirt from her hair. “There should be something I could do to help. Honestly,” she told herself, “I used to enjoy this kind of stuff as a teenager. Hunting Dragonballs was my forte.” Reaching into the pocket of her custom mini-dress, she pulled out the Dragonball radar. “For Kami’s sake, I’m the one who invented this radar to find them!” She clicked the top to turn the device on.

She looked at the screen to see six Dragonballs sitting all in one spot. “Vegeta,” she mumbled. She knew he was the enemy, but could he really be that bad if he was going against Frieza. At the very least, he had to be the lesser of two evils. Maybe they could be allies. She could offer her help to him while keeping the four-star Dragonball hidden from him. She sighed. “It’s suicide.” If he was anything like Goku, though, perhaps she could offer up all her food and maybe talk him into discussing a battle plan. She shook her head, looking up at whichever of the three suns was above her.

Her head tilted back down to look over at the small table she had set up to start working on something. She growled. “I have to try to do something!” her voice came out in a whine. “Even if I do end up being murdered. I can be brought back with the Dragonballs when Goku gets them.” She pushed herself off the ground, dusting her butt. Her mind was made up. She would go to Vegeta, and offer him what she could to get in his good graces.

She capsulated the table and items back up, taking special care to encapsulate the four-star ball in her strongest and most durable capsule--one that was designed to contain radioactive materials. ‘There’ she thought to herself with smug satisfaction. ‘This will keep the Dragonball hidden even from the radar. So even if that bastard does kill me, at least it won’t get him very damn far.’ Taking one of the many cases from one of her many pockets, she put the capsule back in it’s slot. Putting the case back, she reached into another pocket to grab the case that contained her air bike. She un-capsulated the bike and hopped on. “This has to be the worst idea I’ve ever had,” she told herself as she sped off in the direction her radar was picking up the Dragonballs‘ signal.

It took her a few hours to get to the location. The radar indicating that she was just about to reach the Dragonballs. She looked down, seeing an island with a plateau just ahead of her. The plateau seemed to have a gap splitting down the middle. “According to the radar, that should be the spot. Here’s to hoping these aren’t my last few minutes of life.” She slipped the device back into her pocket, and slowed her bike as she reached the shoreline.

Upon landing she hopped off the bike and capsulated it. Smoothing out the bottom of her outfit, she tugged a little at the ends to make sure it was covering her properly. She let out a heavy and shaky breath before moving forward and towards the front of the plateau, determined not to be afraid or intimated by this alien. ‘I’m just here to try to get him on our side.’ She rounded the corner to find him crouched in a fighting position and growling, but as soon as he caught sight of her face his position relaxed slightly.

“Hi, I’m Bulma Briefs.” She extended her hand with her greeting. A move she had been getting used to as she began to take over Capsule Corp and meeting potential clients. The alien man snubbed her and continued to bare his teeth and growl lowly.

“Where are your bodyguards at, girl?”

She blinked as she lowered her hand. “Bodyguards?” she asked while trying to keep in a laugh. “They can’t be my bodyguards if they keep leaving me all alone and not telling me what the fuck is going on around here.” She saw him cock an eyebrow at her statement, but it quickly dropped back down. “Besides.” She crossed her arms over the swell of her breasts. “I don’t need them to protect me.”

“Is that so,” he stated as he started to approach her, a small smirk gracing his lips.

She mimicked his attitude. “You remember that radar that Gohan had when you found him?”

He stopped in his tracks. ‘Gohan? Who the fuck was Gohan?’ His brain scrambled for a second. ‘The radar that the fucking brat had used to find his Dragonball.’

“What about it?” he asked.

She unfolded her arms and reached into the pocket that held the radar. “I’m the one who invented it.” Her smirk grew wider as that bit of information seemed to grab his attention.

‘This girl was the brains of their party?!’ She tossed the radar at him, and on instinct he caught it and looked over the device in mild curiosity.

“Push the button on the top to turn it on.”

He looked up at her, then back down. He pushed the button and the screen lit up to show six green dots. “So where’s the seventh Dragonball?”

She laughed lightly. “Hmm, wouldn’t you like to know? I’ve hidden it so it won’t show up on the radar.”

He tossed the radar aside and stalked over to her. A growl ripped from his throat as he raised his hand and started to collect his ki.

Her hands dropped to her hips. “Go ahead. It won’t get you very far, though,” she started, trying to keep her mind off the very real threat that was growing in his hand. “If you kill me you’ll never find the Dragonball. Since those two idiots I came with don’t even know where I’ve hidden it.”

Vegeta remained ready for the kill, but his mind was racing. It appeared that somehow at least one of these fucking peasants wasn’t nearly as useless as the rest. She had sought him out and had access to the one thing he needed. But why was she doing it? Why was she out taking risks when she could be hiding somewhere safe and away from danger? And why would her other two teammates leave their most useful member out of the loop? He had seen good doctors and scientists go unappreciated among Frieza’s slaves by the more thoughtless warriors. “You think you’re a real clever bitch don’t you?”

“Clever and pretty, thank you very much!” she scoffed.

The glow of his ki was less than an inch from her face. “So if you’re not here to give me the Dragonball, then what the fuck do you want? Or are you just looking for an excuse to die?”

“I’m here for a truce,” she told him steadily, keeping her eyes locked on his and not on the glowing death in front of her face. “We’re both going against Frieza, and I think it would benefit both of us if we’re at least civil with each other.”

He continued to eye her, taking in her words and rolling them around his mind. He extinguished his ki and lowered his hand.

Bulma let out a mental sigh as his hand lowered, only to let out a small gasp as both his hands landed at her waist and began to run down to her thighs. “HEY! Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?!” She put her hands on his, hoping to stop his actions. “I said I was here for a truce, that doesn’t mean I want to fuck.”

He sneered at her, knocking her hands off his. “I’m searching for weapons,” he answered simply before continuing his pat down.

“Turn about is fair play, ya know,” her voice playful, as his hands continued to smooth over her clothing before finally dipping into a pocket on the lower half of her dress.

He pulled the case out and studied it. “I’m of a warrior race. I don’t carry weapons, but you’re more than welcome to check if you really need to.” He gave her a sly smirk before he opened the case in his hand. “And what do we have here?”

“Those are capsules. My father invented the technology,” she said proudly. She reached into the pocket on her left breast, pulling out another case and pulling out one of her favorite capsules. “They’re actually really nice to have.”

She activated the capsule and threw it in front of them. The capsule had barely touched the ground before it exploded and a circular house appeared. Vegeta looked down to the opened case in his hand and to the house that now stood in front of them. ‘What the fuck? How the hell are Earthlings capable of such technology?’

“Pretty sweet, huh?” She turned to the warrior with a smile. “Why don’t we go inside and get something to eat, and perhaps we can come up with a game plan.” She went to the house, opened the door, and looked over her shoulder. “Are you coming in or not?”

He continued to look from the capsules, to the house, to her. He closed the case that was in his hands and headed toward the house. He handed the case back to her before looking around the outside of the house. His hand ran along the smooth exterior wall as he circled the building, looking for any clues that this could be a trap. When he got back to the front, the door was left open, and he could see the girl walking towards the arched opening of a second room. He entered, his hand landing on the knob of the door to close it behind it before he followed her into the next room.

“We should probably eat first,” she said as soon as he’d entered the kitchen.

Vegeta continued to look around, taking in all the gadgets and furniture the house was supplied with. “I’m surprised your race is capable of such a complex and intricate technology.”

She ignored his statement. “You’re hungry, right?” she questioned, and his eyes shot to her and the trays she was holding.

He didn‘t respond. Instead he just turned and left the house. He wasn’t about to trust the food she was oh so ready to serve him. He would have to be an idiot to sit down and eat with her: a girl that had made herself prepared to come greet him and not give him the one item he so desired. The little bitch that hid the Dragonball from him so he couldn’t find it, especially if she was dead. A snarl crawled up his throat and his upper lip twitched.

Bulma sat down at the table with her tray of food. Some of the pressure lifted from her chest at the disappearance of her “guest”. She pushed the food around the tray before stabbing the food and beginning to eat. Finished the food, she threw the tray away and went into the living room of the house to look out the front window. There was Vegeta with some huge fish creature he had apparently caught and was now eating it--raw.

She moved away from the window and went to sit at the couch with a huff. She began to wonder just what exactly was going to happen next. Would Vegeta come back in or would he continue to ignore her. Would he continue to threaten and undermine her and her race. She shook her head. It was better than sitting around and doing nothing, she supposed.

A few more minutes passed by and Vegeta re-entered the house and approached her. “Now what? Do you actually have some tactical plans or were you just bullshitting me?”

She stood from her seat. “How about a shower first,” she suggested. “I could even clean your clothes. I won’t be able to repair the damage on them, but at least they won’t smell.”

“Look here, girl,” he growled, “I have no time or interest in playing house with a bored female.” He was opening his mouth to continue his speech, but was interrupted.

“And I am not going to sit here with a smelly man and hold back my gag reflex while attempting to come up with a strategy!” She crossed her arms as she did her best to stare down the Saiyan.

Vegeta leaned a little closer to her, sniffing lightly. “Then you will do the same.”

“Already planned on it,” she said smugly.

She took him to the bathroom, telling him to put his clothes in the hamper and she would collect them and wash them after she‘d gotten her shower. He only snorted and told her to leave, and she was more than happy to oblige with his request. After leaving the bathroom, she went to the bedroom and picked out a pair of boxers, pajama pants, and a shirt so he wouldn’t have to walk around naked while she washed his clothes. She didn’t want to try to sneak into the bathroom and leave the clothing, so she sat out in the kitchen and waited for him to finish.

Her mouth dropped open when he walked out of the bathroom--naked. Her eyes averted quickly, not wanting to be caught looking. She held out the clothing to him. “You can wear these while your clothes are being washed,” she told him, her eyes focusing on his facial features instead of other bodily parts. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get clean.” She pushed passed him and the look of satisfaction that was replacing his look of annoyance.

Bulma shut the door behind her and leaned against it. She was hoping that while she bathed and refreshed herself, her guest wouldn’t snoop around too much or damage any of her gadgets. Moving away from the door, she began stripping her clothes off as she approached the bathtub. “I’m the one that came to him, so I suppose it’ll be my own fault if he does destroy my things,” she mumbled as she turned on the water.

After making sure she was thoroughly clean, she shut off the water and wrapped a towel around her naked body. She looked around the room and groaned. With the distraction that was Vegeta, she’d forgotten to get fresh clothes for herself! Now she’d have to go out there in the dirty, stinky clothes that needed cleaned or she’d have to take her chances with the towel. She picked up her clothes, bringing them to her nose before quickly pulling them away from her face. ‘No way in hell am I putting those back on!’

She picked up Vegeta’s clothing before opening the door and making her way to the kitchen, only to find it empty. She shrugged. There didn’t seem to be any damage to the room. She glanced toward the living area, wondering where exactly he had wandered off to. Turning her attention back to the clothing in her hands, she made her way to the small laundry room and dumped the clothes into the washing machine. “Guess I should get some clothes on before I run into Vegeta.”

She made her way to the bedroom, but her footsteps ceased when she entered the room and saw what was on the bed. Her hands quickly covered her mouth, and she willed herself not to scream or make any noise. Vegeta lay there, still naked, face down. She was glad that he had apparently drawn the shade on the window, so the only light filtering into the room was from the doorway she was still standing in front of.

She moved from the doorway, keeping her eyes on the man sprawled across the bed. His breathing was a bit heavy and his lips were parted, letting the breath pass between the small opening. Bulma couldn’t help the small smile that turned her lips up. He was just a man, even though it was still pretty surprising that even Vegeta needed sleep and relaxation like a normal person. She let out a small sigh as she watched him for a few more seconds. He had apparently been through a lot, so maybe letting him take a little nap would help improve his mood and willingness to corporate with her. Nodding her head, she turned her back on him and went to the dresser that held her clothes. She grabbed a pair of panties, and the towel slipped from her grip. The cloth opened and dropped to the floor at her feet as she bent down to pull her panties on.

“You are far too trusting, girl,” Vegeta’s gruff voice called out to her. “And here I was beginning to think you were smart.”

She quickly pulled up her panties. The voice at her back causing her spine to straighten and her hands to cover her still naked breasts. “It’s not my fault you look harmless when sleeping.” Her mouth and vocal cords moving of their own accord before she stop them. She felt the heat rush to her cheeks at the omission.

He chuckled as his eyes took in the sight of her naked back. “Foolishness. You humans are far too forgiving and naïve.”

She turned her head to look over her shoulder. Her eyes drawn to his narrowed slits, the light from the doorway hitting the darkened pupils of his eyes. “Perhaps, but if Goku hadn’t saved your sorry ass back on Earth you would be dead.”

A sneer passed over his features before disappearing. “I suppose you’re right. Than again, if Kakarot had let baldy kill me I wouldn’t be here to unconsciously help you weak idiots,” he shot back at her as he lifted his upper body off the bed, a hand resting under his chin as his elbow planted itself on the bed. “Now, are you going to finish dressing or is this an invitation?”

She turned away from him again. Her right hand removing itself from her breast so she could grab a bra. “I’m surprised you just wouldn’t take what you want.” Warm, soft fingertips suddenly brushed down her spine, stopping at the top of her underwear.

“Hmm, I suppose I could, but what’s the fun in that?” his voice was barely above a whisper as he removed his fingers from her skin. “Of course, I think raping you would kind of have a negative effect on this so-called truce you want.”

She shivered at the heat that rolled off his body and onto hers. She gave him a small nod. “Rape would be bad,” she told him, her voice coming out a lot stronger than what her body felt.

A puff of warm breath brushed past her ear. “But…..”

Her spine stiffened again. “But nothing, you asshole. Stop breathing down my fucking neck!” She slipped the straps of her bra onto her shoulders, doing her best to ignore his presence.

Vegeta crossed his arms, taking a few steps back from the alluring female. “So do you know anything about battle?”

She shrugged her shoulders after hooking her bra. “A little. I’ve been friends with Goku since I was sixteen, and since then I’ve met all kinds of ki users and seen plenty of fights.” She walked over to the small closet and grabbed a nightshirt to throw over her underwear. She turned around to face Vegeta again and sighed heavily. “Could you please put on some clothes?” she groaned.

He smirked. “Does it bother you? Or is my nakedness just a distraction to you?”

“Both.” She walked over to where he’d thrown the clothes she’d given him earlier. Picking up the pair of boxers, she threw them at him. “At least wear those.”

The material hit his crossed arms and dropped to the floor. “No.”

She clenched her teeth. “Fine!” She walked over to a different set of dressers and opened the top drawer. “Find something that suits your needs. Just please cover up your junk.”

He gave her a confused look.

She rolled her eyes. “Your penis, your dangly bits, whatever you space people call it.” She waved her hand at his lower half, but kept her eyes fixed on his face. She saw the smirk forming on his lips again. “Don’t,” she seethed. “Just put something on before coming to the kitchen,” she told him before leaving the room. She walked into the kitchen, shaking her head. “Definitely the stupidest idea I’ve had,” she mumbled.