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Okay, another four months, and I'm updating my fic again. My lack of inspiration is good competition for my annoyance at not yet having finished my story. I'm writing a novel here, the least I could do is see it through, right? I will, even though it's a slow and painful process. It will be done! Thanks for your support! I love it to death. :o)
Chapter 24
Impatient Progression
"Four fights?? I'm third!" Bulma exclaimed as she looked at the new listings. No one was around because she and Bruvo were the last competitors to look at the list. "I'm never gonna be able to wait that long!" Bruvo chuckled. "I thought we went over this already."
"So?"
Bruvo shook his head, then said, "Here, you can watch my fight, then it'll be your turn. I'll stay and watch yours." Bulma widened her eyes in mock surprise. "You mean you're gonna give me the chance to study your technique? Not very wise of you, Bruvo...," she said, clucking her tongue. Bruvo laughed again. "You studied my technique in the last fight, remember?" "Technique??" Bulma exclaimed, "I studied the art of you punching a kid in the stomach. Forgive me for not being in awe." Bruvo put on a mock-frown and said, "Well, you did the same thing in your match. Why is mine any different?" Bulma smiled wryly. "Because my competitor was eight times my size and male--not that that should make any difference," she said, "It makes no matter to me. I'll beat em' any shape, size, or gender." Bruvo crossed his arms and smiled, almost akin to her lover's smug expressions. "You better watch your words if you end up stepping into the ring opposite of me." Bulma laughed and opened her mouth to reply, but a young man with a clipboard interrupted.
"Fighter 111! Fighter 111!" Bruvo turned around and looked at official imposingly. The official visually gulped before continuing, "The first fight is over. You...you're required in the ring!" Bruvo turned to Bulma and said, "Look. Your banter has made me late for my match." Bulma's mouth dropped open and her temper rose as she gaped at the tall fighter. Bruvo winked, though, and she calmed down to only being slightly annoyed at the chauvinistic comment. Bruvo reached over and ran a hand through her hair and said, "Go on and watch me. I know when you fight, I won't take my eyes off of you." With that, he turned and walked with the trembling official. Bulma was annoyed with his teasing and audacious flirting. "Thank God Vegeta's not here," she thought, not wanting to witness Vegeta's violent jealous rage being expressed in Bruvo's direction any time soon.
The first fight had finished, and Bruvo's fight was second. Bulma stood back in the shadows as Bruvo fought his contender. There's no need for me to watch his fight, she thought. Instead of watching, though, she called out to Vegeta in her mind.
"Vegeta."
"Yes?"
"How have the fights been?"
She could hear Vegeta's chuckle in her mind. "I told you, I'm only here to watch you."
"So you haven't watched any of the other's matches?"
"No. I'm not even at my seat right now."
"I can tell. Where are you?"
"I'm on my way back. Went to have a drink, if you don't mind."
Bulma laughed. "Great. I'm gonna have to wrestle to get you back home, huh?"
She could feel Vegeta's darkly pleasing reaction as she heard him reply in her mind, "Oh, please do."
"Not now...," she said reluctantly in her mind as she noticed the action around her. "Bruvo's won his match and it's almost my turn."
"Bruvo?" She felt the expected bristle of his jealousy and laughed.
"Predictable, predictable."
"What is that supposed to mean??"
"It means you have nothing to worry about. You're the only warrior I'm looking to tangle with, if you know what I mean." She felt Vegeta's anger melt away to something richer, stronger, and much more pleasing. "I hate to cut this short, but I gotta go kick some ass. I'll be right back," said Bulma as she readied to enter the arena.
"Ms., ... uh, 173, if you'll stand right here...," said the now timid official that she met last time. "Thank you," she said with a beaming smile.
She walked steadily from the sides and was met by a thunderous clamor of cheers and clapping. "Respect is a beautiful thing," she thought, and she heard Vegeta chuckle in her thoughts. She reached the center of the arena and looked over her opponent.
"Whoa, baby. I don't know if I can begin to fight someone as pretty as you, you know what I'm sayin'? Make love, not war, baby," said the opponent. Bulma's eyes widened and she thought, "You gotta be kidding me." He was not as tall as Bruvo, but taller than Bulma. He held his head high with an air of confidence. He was dressed, however, in what looked like a 70's reject costume of John Travolta. She watched him blandly as his eyes rolled down the front of her suit. He continued, "My name is Plimpick. You can notice my number...it's 69 baby, and I say it's about time too, if you know what I'm sayin'." He winked at Bulma and she rolled her eyes. She felt Vegeta bristle in her mind. "If he touches you in any way other than to harm you, I'm gonna blast him out of the arena." Bulma chuckled and said, "Oh, gee, thanks for caring."
The announcer sounded. "Announcing the third fight in round two! Number 69--,"
"You know it, baby!" Plimpick interjected.
"--as I was saying, Fighter 69 and Fighter 173 shall begin with a time limit of 30 minutes. Should a fighter forfeit, faint, or step out of bounds, he will--,"
"Or she!" Bulma interjected.
"--Fine then, he OR SHE will be disqualified. Should a fighter use excessive force and cause the death of his opp--" The announcer paused when he caught Bulma's glare, stuttered, then continued, "--his or her opponent, then the fighter will be automatically disqualified."
"Okay, fine, let's get on with it," Bulma said crossly.
"Oh yeah, I like em' feisty."
"Give me a break."
The beginning of the fight was signaled, and Bulma dropped into a poised stance to begin the battle. Plimpick, however, sauntered closer to Bulma. Bulma stood up straight and looked warily at Plimpick. "I'll show you the fun of a fight, honey," Plimpick said in a sensual voice, and threw his arms around Bulma. "Ew, get off of me, you freak!" Bulma exclaimed, but Plimpick only squeezed tighter. "I'm gonna squeeze you till you pass out, then we'll go someplace quiet and finish...," he trailed off, and she could feel evidence of more than his excitement for the sport.
In her mind, she felt Vegeta begin to boil over. "If you don't kill him in five seconds, he's mine."
"Ug, I'm being groped by a "Saturday Night Fever" reject. At least give me the pleasure of kicking his ass."
Vegeta growled. "Then get on with it."
Bulma had to hand it to Plimpick. He did have amazing arm strength, and had she been someone other than a trained Saiyan, she might have passed out within minutes. Now, however, she lifted her right leg. "This one's for you, baby," she said sarcastically as she thrust her right knee into Plimpick's arousal. Plimpick released her immediately and doubled over in pain. "You ugly pervert," she said as she threw a punch to the left side of his head. He'd felt slimy and disgusting against her, and for now, taking her anger out on him until he passed out seemed like a suitable plan of action.
Plimpick had righted himself after the force of her first punch, but not fast enough, for Bulma threw two more to the left of his face, then one to his abdomen. He doubled over again, and Bulma brought her knee to forcefully meet with Plimpick's now tender nose. He groaned in pain as he covered his face with his hands, and to finish him off, Bulma stepped behind him and slammed her elbow into his back. Perhaps it was with more force than she'd intended, because Plimpick went flying to the edge of the ring, faced down. She looked over her shoulder to see that her opponent was breathing, but making no attempt to rise and attack again. The officials ran over to him and checked his pulse, then nodded to the announcer.
"Amazing!" the announcer exclaimed. "Fighter 173 wins the match!" Bulma did nothing but raise her head a notch at the wealth of screams and cheering that erupted from the arena. She turned and began to walk back to the edge. She paused as she watched the officials peel Plimpick out of the ground. It seemed his body had hit the floor with so much force, an imprint was left as proof of his defeat. Bulma walked over to where he laid on the stretcher. "Ouch, baby,...very ouch," he groaned, and passed out again as they wheeled him to care. Bulma threw another sly look in Vegeta's direction before exiting the arena, victorious for the second time. "Only two more fights to win and I'll go home happy," she thought. Vegeta countered, "Only two more to win, and I'll make sure you're happy." Bulma could not hide the glow from her face as she re-entered the building.
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Okay, another four months, and I'm updating my fic again. My lack of inspiration is good competition for my annoyance at not yet having finished my story. I'm writing a novel here, the least I could do is see it through, right? I will, even though it's a slow and painful process. It will be done! Thanks for your support! I love it to death. :o)
Impatient Progression
"Four fights?? I'm third!" Bulma exclaimed as she looked at the new listings. No one was around because she and Bruvo were the last competitors to look at the list. "I'm never gonna be able to wait that long!" Bruvo chuckled. "I thought we went over this already."
"So?"
Bruvo shook his head, then said, "Here, you can watch my fight, then it'll be your turn. I'll stay and watch yours." Bulma widened her eyes in mock surprise. "You mean you're gonna give me the chance to study your technique? Not very wise of you, Bruvo...," she said, clucking her tongue. Bruvo laughed again. "You studied my technique in the last fight, remember?" "Technique??" Bulma exclaimed, "I studied the art of you punching a kid in the stomach. Forgive me for not being in awe." Bruvo put on a mock-frown and said, "Well, you did the same thing in your match. Why is mine any different?" Bulma smiled wryly. "Because my competitor was eight times my size and male--not that that should make any difference," she said, "It makes no matter to me. I'll beat em' any shape, size, or gender." Bruvo crossed his arms and smiled, almost akin to her lover's smug expressions. "You better watch your words if you end up stepping into the ring opposite of me." Bulma laughed and opened her mouth to reply, but a young man with a clipboard interrupted.
"Fighter 111! Fighter 111!" Bruvo turned around and looked at official imposingly. The official visually gulped before continuing, "The first fight is over. You...you're required in the ring!" Bruvo turned to Bulma and said, "Look. Your banter has made me late for my match." Bulma's mouth dropped open and her temper rose as she gaped at the tall fighter. Bruvo winked, though, and she calmed down to only being slightly annoyed at the chauvinistic comment. Bruvo reached over and ran a hand through her hair and said, "Go on and watch me. I know when you fight, I won't take my eyes off of you." With that, he turned and walked with the trembling official. Bulma was annoyed with his teasing and audacious flirting. "Thank God Vegeta's not here," she thought, not wanting to witness Vegeta's violent jealous rage being expressed in Bruvo's direction any time soon.
The first fight had finished, and Bruvo's fight was second. Bulma stood back in the shadows as Bruvo fought his contender. There's no need for me to watch his fight, she thought. Instead of watching, though, she called out to Vegeta in her mind.
"Vegeta."
"Yes?"
"How have the fights been?"
She could hear Vegeta's chuckle in her mind. "I told you, I'm only here to watch you."
"So you haven't watched any of the other's matches?"
"No. I'm not even at my seat right now."
"I can tell. Where are you?"
"I'm on my way back. Went to have a drink, if you don't mind."
Bulma laughed. "Great. I'm gonna have to wrestle to get you back home, huh?"
She could feel Vegeta's darkly pleasing reaction as she heard him reply in her mind, "Oh, please do."
"Not now...," she said reluctantly in her mind as she noticed the action around her. "Bruvo's won his match and it's almost my turn."
"Bruvo?" She felt the expected bristle of his jealousy and laughed.
"Predictable, predictable."
"What is that supposed to mean??"
"It means you have nothing to worry about. You're the only warrior I'm looking to tangle with, if you know what I mean." She felt Vegeta's anger melt away to something richer, stronger, and much more pleasing. "I hate to cut this short, but I gotta go kick some ass. I'll be right back," said Bulma as she readied to enter the arena.
"Ms., ... uh, 173, if you'll stand right here...," said the now timid official that she met last time. "Thank you," she said with a beaming smile.
She walked steadily from the sides and was met by a thunderous clamor of cheers and clapping. "Respect is a beautiful thing," she thought, and she heard Vegeta chuckle in her thoughts. She reached the center of the arena and looked over her opponent.
"Whoa, baby. I don't know if I can begin to fight someone as pretty as you, you know what I'm sayin'? Make love, not war, baby," said the opponent. Bulma's eyes widened and she thought, "You gotta be kidding me." He was not as tall as Bruvo, but taller than Bulma. He held his head high with an air of confidence. He was dressed, however, in what looked like a 70's reject costume of John Travolta. She watched him blandly as his eyes rolled down the front of her suit. He continued, "My name is Plimpick. You can notice my number...it's 69 baby, and I say it's about time too, if you know what I'm sayin'." He winked at Bulma and she rolled her eyes. She felt Vegeta bristle in her mind. "If he touches you in any way other than to harm you, I'm gonna blast him out of the arena." Bulma chuckled and said, "Oh, gee, thanks for caring."
The announcer sounded. "Announcing the third fight in round two! Number 69--,"
"You know it, baby!" Plimpick interjected.
"--as I was saying, Fighter 69 and Fighter 173 shall begin with a time limit of 30 minutes. Should a fighter forfeit, faint, or step out of bounds, he will--,"
"Or she!" Bulma interjected.
"--Fine then, he OR SHE will be disqualified. Should a fighter use excessive force and cause the death of his opp--" The announcer paused when he caught Bulma's glare, stuttered, then continued, "--his or her opponent, then the fighter will be automatically disqualified."
"Okay, fine, let's get on with it," Bulma said crossly.
"Oh yeah, I like em' feisty."
"Give me a break."
The beginning of the fight was signaled, and Bulma dropped into a poised stance to begin the battle. Plimpick, however, sauntered closer to Bulma. Bulma stood up straight and looked warily at Plimpick. "I'll show you the fun of a fight, honey," Plimpick said in a sensual voice, and threw his arms around Bulma. "Ew, get off of me, you freak!" Bulma exclaimed, but Plimpick only squeezed tighter. "I'm gonna squeeze you till you pass out, then we'll go someplace quiet and finish...," he trailed off, and she could feel evidence of more than his excitement for the sport.
In her mind, she felt Vegeta begin to boil over. "If you don't kill him in five seconds, he's mine."
"Ug, I'm being groped by a "Saturday Night Fever" reject. At least give me the pleasure of kicking his ass."
Vegeta growled. "Then get on with it."
Bulma had to hand it to Plimpick. He did have amazing arm strength, and had she been someone other than a trained Saiyan, she might have passed out within minutes. Now, however, she lifted her right leg. "This one's for you, baby," she said sarcastically as she thrust her right knee into Plimpick's arousal. Plimpick released her immediately and doubled over in pain. "You ugly pervert," she said as she threw a punch to the left side of his head. He'd felt slimy and disgusting against her, and for now, taking her anger out on him until he passed out seemed like a suitable plan of action.
Plimpick had righted himself after the force of her first punch, but not fast enough, for Bulma threw two more to the left of his face, then one to his abdomen. He doubled over again, and Bulma brought her knee to forcefully meet with Plimpick's now tender nose. He groaned in pain as he covered his face with his hands, and to finish him off, Bulma stepped behind him and slammed her elbow into his back. Perhaps it was with more force than she'd intended, because Plimpick went flying to the edge of the ring, faced down. She looked over her shoulder to see that her opponent was breathing, but making no attempt to rise and attack again. The officials ran over to him and checked his pulse, then nodded to the announcer.
"Amazing!" the announcer exclaimed. "Fighter 173 wins the match!" Bulma did nothing but raise her head a notch at the wealth of screams and cheering that erupted from the arena. She turned and began to walk back to the edge. She paused as she watched the officials peel Plimpick out of the ground. It seemed his body had hit the floor with so much force, an imprint was left as proof of his defeat. Bulma walked over to where he laid on the stretcher. "Ouch, baby,...very ouch," he groaned, and passed out again as they wheeled him to care. Bulma threw another sly look in Vegeta's direction before exiting the arena, victorious for the second time. "Only two more fights to win and I'll go home happy," she thought. Vegeta countered, "Only two more to win, and I'll make sure you're happy." Bulma could not hide the glow from her face as she re-entered the building.
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