Summary: Bulma is a mad scientist worse than Gero, killing her experiments isn't beneath her & it might just take a callous monster to warm this phyco's heart. Her Z Fighters are a team of creatures with unimaginable power & more than a likely tendency to disobey. Keeping them in check when you're simply human is a hard thing to guarantee, but that's what the bombs in their chests are for.

WARNING: Bulma is the main bad guy of this story. If you don't like reading stories where good guys are in the bad guy role then I suggest not reading.

INTRO

"Well good morning."

Vegeta's head felt foggy, he blinked a few times before the room he was in slowly came into focus. The room was bright, not unlike one of Lord Frieza's ships, and to be honest that's where he thought he was at first. There was a monitor hanging from the ceiling, and upon it was the face of a blue haired girl.

"I said good morning. Can you hear me?" In a softer voice where she appeared to be speaking to someone else she asked. "Is the volume working?"

"Yes it's working," Vegeta snapped furiously. He noticed his chest hurt as well as his head. What the hell had happened to him…

"Oh good," the woman's cold voice answered. "Well… may I know your name?"

He could see her fully now. She was quite pretty and wore a grin that would have rivaled Freiza's.

"Where the hell am I?"

"You are on Earth," she explained. "You and your friend."

Friend? Did he have friends? "Do you mean Nappa?"

"Is that his name? He hasn't woken up yet…" she explained. "Judging from your tail, I take it you're a saiyan…"

"What do you want woman?" he barked as he was finally starting to get his bearings.

"Are more of you coming?"

"…"

"What?"

"Can I expect more saiyans to show up here," she asked in a strict tone. "That guy Radtiz showed up, and now you two have followed. How many more of you creatures can I expect to turn up here?"

"…" he glared at her and took a deep breath before he was going to continue, but the inhale had alerted him even more to the pain in his chest, and he looked down seeing a small scar upon his chest. "What happened…"

"Answer the question saiyan," she demanded.

He glared at her. "I am Prince Vegeta. Don't refer to me by my race."

"Prince Vegeta, what a title," she teased. "Alright, allow me to explain your predicament. You may refer to me as Miss. Briefs. I oversee the safety of planet Earth and from this moment on, you answer to me. You do what I tell you, when I tell you."

"And if I don't?" he snapped.

She stared at him, blinking softly as though considering him for a moment. "I'll kill you."

As if she could kill me, he thought immediately and he was about to respond with a snarky comment about how powerful he is when suddenly she said. "At the push of a button, the bomb I implanted in your chest will detonate, and I don't care how powerful you are Saiyan, you will not survive it…"

"Uh…" she wasn't serious, but looking down at the scar on his chest, he thought maybe she might be…

"I'll let that sink in Saiyan," she explained before hitting a button and the screen went blank.

She gathered up her papers and got to her feet smiling. Two new saiyans to experiment with. She couldn't wait to see just what they could do. Heading down the hall she went to Piccolo's cell looking in on him as he meditated. Namekians were fascinating too. She was very lucky to have such interesting things to experiment on.

She knocked on the glass door and he opened his eyes.

"Good morning Namekian," she said smiling.

He returned to his meditating ignoring her.

"I have a task for you," she explained and when he didn't answer she opened the door to his cell. "If you wouldn't mind coming with me…"

Sighing he got to his feet following her as she led him down the hallway.

"I'm tasking you with the job of training someone," she elaborated, and that caught Piccolo's interest.

"Who?" he asked as they stopped at a door. Unlike the door to his cell, this one wasn't see through.

Bulma placed her hand on the scanner and it read her fingerprints before opening. What was beyond the door was a room not unlike his. It had a bed in the corner (as his did). But unlike his, this room was filled with many things. Things a child might be interested in.

"Gohan," Bulma said in a much softer tone than the one she used with the other experiments she worked with.

A small boy peeked out from under his bed.

"Gohan are you hiding?" she asked smiling.

"I lost it," he said frowning.

"Lost what?" Bulma asked.

"My…" Gohan stopped he noticed the tall green guy, and suddenly he looked a little scared and he quickly disappeared back under the bed.

"Gohan… Come on out," she explained. "I have someone I want you to meet."

"Who is this?" Piccolo asked frowning.

"This," Bulma explained as she dragged the boy out from under his bed. "…is Gohan. You're going to train him."

Gohan looked entirely afraid of him, and almost looked like he was about to cry at the mere sight of him.

"Why?"

"Well, he is my latest experiment," she explained. "That is, if you don't count the two saiyans we picked up the other day. But… this one is special because… I made him…"

"What do you mean?"

Bulma had to hold Gohan's hand to prevent him from running back under the bed.

"I combined human dna with saiyan dna, and I made him. My hope is to create a hybrid that exceeds both in power. But I need to test him somehow. So, everyday, you are going to train him."

"Why should I do that?"

"Well it gets you out of your cell for a little while, and... you don't have a choice," she reminded him. Below Piccolo's shirt he bore a scare very similar to Vegeta's.

Piccolo glared at her.

"And keep it a secret," Bulma demanded. "I don't want the other Z fighers knowing about him just yet. Especially not Goku."

"Why especially not him?"

"Because Gohan was made from his dna. He's his son, if Goku knew that, he might develop an attachment for the child, and attachments affect the efficiency with which he will obey me," she explained. "I don't see that being a problem with you."

"…"

"Well, how about you two get started today. You can go to the gravity room," she explained and turning back to Gohan she added. "Okay Gohan, you're going to go with Piccolo and learn to fight."

"Uh… okay," Gohan answered nervously.

Bulma turned to Piccolo and smiled, "Have fun, and don't hurt him too much..."

With that she turned on her heel and walked away before flipping through the files she had once again. Alright, what experiment needed her attention next…

AN: So this idea came to me the other day. Let me know if you want it continued or not. I'm debating this one. It's inspired by Suicide Squad and this is just a quick intro to see if their is interest. Future chapters will be longer.

I also drew the cover picture for this story. I think it fits. I'm slowly going to make all my stories have covers I've drawn so that way it fits my story perfectly.

Anyway hope you enjoy!