A Dark Saiyan Angel

Chapter 4

"I'm going to enjoy this!" Bulma hissed. Then she lightly danced to Nappa, who was on his feet glaring at her, and did a twirl ending with a ballet bow, her right hand outwards in a sweeping motion and evilly giggled. "Let's dance!"

Nappa growled and stood in a fighting stance. Bulma went into an animalistic crouch; her tail bristled and puffed out. Goku lightly floated by the door of the house and leaned against it, his left leg propped up on the wall and his arms crossed. He enjoys seeing people fight for more techniques. He felt someone stand right next to him and looked at Radditz, who called him brother.

"You would let the female fight, brother."

Goku answered wistfully. "She can do it. She was the one who helped train me. She's strong."

Nappa got very impatient and ran at Bulma his fist poised to strike. He landed the punch where Bulma was and dust flew in the air. Bulma was behind him, waiting for him to look for her when the dust cleared. Vegeta was staring at Bulma with an odd look. The air cleared and Bulma wasn't where Nappa's fist was. His head snapped everywhere looking for her when Vegeta, too, got impatient.

"You idiot! She's right behind you." He boomed. Bulma was bored so she decided to end it quickly. When Nappa turned around, she did an array of kicks to his chest and head. When he was dazed enough, she landed forward in a handstand and kicked him in his head then pushed off the ground, kicking his chest up for about five times. She locked his huge head in between her boots and flipped, bringing the burly Saiyan flat on the ground. She stood on her feet as she stuck her nose in the air and her tail flicked high in arrogance and stomped into the house past the Saiyans and her friends. She was hungry. Goku was pointing at Nappa, laughing his head off and went in after his mother.

Bulma went up to her old Master and shook him from his shock. "Master Roshi? Would you like to come with us?"

Master Roshi shook his head. "Sorry, Bulma, but this is your opportunity to go home where you and Goku belong." He said raising an eyebrow. He knew that Bulma was born here but everything about her screamed Saiyan. "I'll stay here."

Bulma shrugged but hugged her old perverted Master for one last goodbye, much to her Master's excitement. "Thank you Master Roshi."

"No problem." Master Roshi giggled, his hand roaming to her posterior. Bulma pinch his arm and he let go of her with a cry.

"Watch it, Roshi!" She pointed at him warningly. She turned to the rest. "What about you, Oolong? Puar?"

"No thanks," Oolong squeaked, his eyes trained on the three new Saiyans at the door. Puar shook her head.

"ChiChi?"

ChiChi gave Bulma an incredulous look. "Of course, I'm not going to let Goku leave without me. I'm coming!"

"That's what she said." Bulma giggled. Everyone laughed. Even Vegeta was snickering away. ChiChi chased after, Bulma who ran up the stairs to get her things, blushing red.

"Ooh! You are so lucky that your Goku's mother and my friend, Bulma!" ChiChi threatened.

The Saiyans were taken aback. How was the female Kakarott's mother? Bulma came downstairs with her book bag full of capsules secured and locked in her bag. She went in the kitchen, ignoring those who were intimidated by the Saiyans that followed her, and grabbed a juicy red steak from out the oven. She made it for Goku. Once she pulled it out, the aroma wafted into the room residating the Saiyans. She turned around and found four hungry Saiyans in her face. They tried grabbing at her for it but she gave them the stink eye.

"This is for Goku! Not you three!" She hissed, pulling the steak out their range and gave it to Goku, who look like a kid that got a shiny toy for Christmas.