Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Show Him How ❯ Slap 'n tickle...well, maybe not tickle. ( Chapter 18 )

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Show Him How

Chapter 18

Slap 'n tickle…well, maybe not tickle.

Last Time: Bulma decides to join Vegeta's training class. They also have a little talk about Frieza, and why Vegeta hates him so much.

"SILENCE!" Vegeta barked, irritated with two chatty young female students, who insisted on giggling throughout the lesson. "When I say listen, you'd better know that I damn well mean it." He growled. The girls nodded and immediately quieted, their faces pale with fright.

Bulma though, had to hold in a snicker. The same two girls had been snickering earlier, at her lack of technique, strength, and well…balance. She had fallen several times already, trying to do what Vegeta described, as a 'simple' series of punches and kicks, and it had only been the warm-up.

"I expect respect from you, and in turn, you shall receive it." Vegeta went on, pacing slowly back and forth before the crowd of students, seated on the floor in a haphazard group. "But I also expect order. This is a training academy, for training. I intend to instill in you some of the values of a true fighter, honor and discipline. And your first task is this: arrange yourself in equal rows, this disorder is disgusting." He snorted. "You have one minute."

There was a gasp, all at once, and a mad rush to arrange the rows, each student desperate to stay on Vegeta's good side…well, perhaps not stay, but rather get there, or at least keep off his bad side. Bulma felt herself jostled and shoved about, and when the dust cleared, 5 messy rows were sprawled out on the floor. She was left standing off to the side, confused and embarrassed.

"Disgusting." The Saiyan grumbled. "Tomorrow, I expect you to arrange yourself neatly and quickly, or there will be punishment. Am I understood?"

"Hai, Vegeta Sama!" Every student said at once, much to Vegeta's pleasure. At least they knew the proper way to speak to a superior…except for one that is.

"Man," one boy whispered to the girl next to him. "What a hard ass."

"Perhaps you would like to share that with the class, boy." Vegeta snarled, and the boy, eyes wide with fright, shook his head frantically from side to side. "Now, Bulma would you care to join every one else?" The Saiyan asked, seeing her still standing to the side. "There's a free spot, right here in front." He smirked, gesturing to an open spot, right in the middle of the front row."

"Umm…thanks…" Bulma mumbled, blushing heavily as she plopped herself down in the empty space.

Vegeta waited for her to sit, and then resumed his pacing, and poor Bulma noticed, her flush deepening, that he often stopped in the middle, when emphasizing a point he was making, and with her current positioning, putting his groin at her eye level.

"You will follow orders as if your life depends on it…because it does. The first rule of learning under me is to know your boundaries. Never, ever cross me." The Saiyan no Ouji growled. "You are all first year students, am I right?"

There was a general mumbling of yeah's and yep's from the crowd, and Vegeta sighed with frustration.

"When I ask you a question, you respond." He growled, but continued his speech. "I'll tell you one thing right now. I don't like first year students. You don't listen, you don't know what the hell you're doing half the time, but worst of all, first year students seem to have some crazy idea that the universe revolves around them. I will not tolerate shit from you. Understand that, and I won't have to beat you into the ground. If you get cocky, I'm fully prepared to knock you down a few pegs."

Vegeta smirked, seeing the fear on the faces of his temporary students. If they were scared, they would listen. Most of them were probably too young to actually appreciate what he had been through; they wouldn't have experienced the true terrors of Frieza. The only one in the class who would definitely respect him for who he was, was Bulma. Truth be told though, he didn't want to have to frighten her into respecting him. That was not the way Saiyan mated pairs worked.

"I want you all to pair up now." Vegeta ordered. "Just practice some light sparring. Woman, you come with me." He watched as everyone paired up, and found their own little sections of the training room to spar in, and then lead Bulma off to a corner.

"Vegeta…I don't think this is going to work…I mean, I can't even do the warm up properly." She whined. "And I'm just so embarrassed…I mean, everyone was laughing at me when I fell, trying to do those kicks…"

"Are you actually telling me that you're going to give up?" Vegeta snorted. "Really, I had never expected it from you."

"I…I'm not giving up Vegeta! I just…I need more practice before I can do the class stuff! Look at everyone else; they've been practicing for years and years to get into this academy! The closest thing I've ever done to fighting is Tae-bo…and I even had a hard time with that." Her shoulders sagged.

"What the hell is Tae-bo?"

"It's well…it's…Oh, never mind…I just…" she trailed off, unsure of what to say. She really did not want to disappoint Vegeta, but she couldn't do what everyone else could.

"It's true, you do need more practice…" Vegeta studied her form for a moment. "You just need to get used to the movements. You need to learn to balance yourself when doing something other than standing or walking, to spread your weight out evenly."

"But how do I do that…when I keep falling? I never realized that this was so hard!" Bulma stamped one foot on the ground, like child who was having trouble learning how to count. "I just don't know what to do! And everyone else does…and it's just so awfully embarrassing and…"

"Quit feeling sorry for yourself then, and do something." Vegeta growled, cutting her off. "If you want to toughen yourself up, then get active. Start exercising. Train with me outside of class. Honestly, woman, you can't just expect everything to come to you naturally."

Bulma looked at him with wide eyes, realizing that what he was saying was completely true. She had never really worked for anything before. Her intelligence was a natural gift, passed down by her father, and the wealth she had been born in to have prevented her from ever really knowing what hard work was like.

"I…you wouldn't mind if I trained with you?"

"Woman, you are painfully weak. You need to toughen up a bit, at least make yourself stronger. And the discipline of training would help you to hold that tongue of yours too. If not me, I would find someone else to train you."

Bulma smiled, Vegeta's haughtiness somehow cheering her up. He wanted to help her, she knew. Even if he was going to mate with some woman here, it was nice to know he cared…But where was the mystery woman? She would have to find out soon.

"Now," He smirked. "Let's get to work."

***

Bulma slumped down onto a bench in the women's locker room, every single muscle screaming bloody murder. She had never worked so hard in her life.

"Your name is Bulma, right?" A pair of large, magenta eyes appeared in her line of vision.

"Huh? Oh, yeah…" Bulma nodded weakly as she bent to pull off one of her shoes, which, in itself, was a challenge.

"You've never really trained before, have you?" The girl's voice held somewhat of a condescending tone to it, and the Human woman was taken aback.

"Is it that obvious?" Bulma sneered, dripping sarcasm and sweat. "Gee, and here I thought I was doing good." She was not in the mood to put up with some punk teenager. Kami…I must be getting old…when did I start thinking of them as 'punk teenagers?' Oh well…this one deserves it…

"Look, lady. We're here to train under Vegeta. It's obvious that you're just here to stare at him, so why don't you just-"

SLAP

Bulma's palm stung painfully as she brought it to the younger girl's cheek with a force she didn't even know she possessed. Vegeta must have rubbed off on her a bit.

"Listen here, you little shit." Bulma hissed, standing up to her full height, a few inches taller than the girl. "I didn't ask to be put in this class. It was Vegeta's suggestion, for your information."

"Well then," she smirked. "You must just be eye candy…though I don't see exactly why he would want a stringy little thing like you." She shrugged. "Honestly, I didn't think Vegeta was such a letch."

And with that, Bulma snapped, lunging at the girl and taking her totally by surprise. There was just something she couldn't stand about hearing Vegeta be mocked by his own student. "Listen here, you little bitch, that man has been through one helluva lot during his life, and you have no right, NO RIGHT to insult him!"

The other girl recovered fast though, having infinitely more fighting experience, and had soon slammed Bulma into the wall. There was shrieking, and cheering, all of the girls wanting to see a good fight.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!?!?!?" A deep male voice resounded through the women's locker room, stopping everyone where they were. The girl released Bulma, who slid to the floor, looking as if she were about to be sick, and turned to the open doorway, where Vegeta stood, absolutely livid, not even caring that he was standing in a room full of half naked women.

"Ve…Vegeta sama…" she stuttered.

"Put your training clothes back on." Vegeta hissed. "All of you." He turned on his heel and stalked out of the change room, the door swinging shut behind him.

After two hours of a brutal workout, all the female class members, Bulma included, stumbled back into the locker room to shower and change. They did so slowly; everyone too tired to move faster than a snail's pace. There were no more fights, and none of them even had the energy to glare at Bulma, or Poro, the magenta-eyed girl.

***

"Damnit Woman…" Vegeta sighed in irritation. It was much later that night and he was examining the extent of her new bruises. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"I…she insulted me…then she insulted you too and…" Bulma grumped in exasperation. "I just wasn't thinking…"

"Damn right, you weren't. You could have gotten yourself killed."

"Gomen…"

"You do know that now I'm going to have to train you extra hard, don't you?" He stated, matter of factly.

"Na…nani? Why?"

"So you can regain your honor, of course. Beat the little bitch into the ground." He smirked, and she couldn't help but to laugh.

Heavy footsteps pounded down on the pavement, obviously the creature had somewhere to be, but then they stopped.

"Vegeta…" A hard voice called out, and Bulma's head whipped around to see a man's shadowed figure. Shale gray eyes flashed in the darkness, his handsome features highlighted by the moon. "At last, we meet again."

Next Time: Vegeta and Bulma start to train alone together, and we meet some of Vegeta's old Buds!

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