A/N: Here's the next chappie! This contains some craziness and BV. Enjoy! Thanks for the reviews; I even got few from persons I haven't gotten one in ages! I still remember you guys, thanks!

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Ice, Fire and Demon Slayers

by Kinoha

Chapter 2 - Training Bulma

The Sunday rolled around and Bulma Briefs, the blue-haired queen of the West High, was up and about around six thirty in the morning which was highly unusual considering she wouldn't let anyone disturb her slumber before eleven. It took only ten minutes to get to the school from CC complex and Bulma was already wishing the time to go faster, so she could of left already.

She had opted for comfortable tiny shorts and a white tank top for the day and had gathered her hair up into a loose bun. With final roll of her eyes she glanced at the mirror, not feeling the usual satisfaction at her own reflection. Irritated, she brushed the smooth surface with the tips of her fingers and immediately the mirror froze and frosted over.

“ Oh great...” she muttered and sighed deeply. The clock was only few minutes more than it had been few minutes ago and Bulma was ready to scream in frustration. Still two more hours to go.

“ Hope after this day I won't have to see that filthy riffraff anymore...” the teenager muttered hotly, referring to Son Goku: the obnoxious brat who had ruined her life in matter of minutes. She had had to avoid her friends for the weekend and couldn't go to the party held last night and she was starting to get quite weird looks and questions from her group. Yamcha was even a bit peeved off with her for refusing his advances lately. He thought he had apologized enough for leaving her to that 'rabid dog', as he so sarcastically remarked about the event which had had the star players fainting like sissy girl.

Bulma made a face at that: at the moment she couldn't care less. She had a serious personal problem which needed immediate attention and certainly didn't belong to her friends or Yamcha one damn bit.

Suddenly smelling breakfast in the air she bounded downstairs, grateful for once that her parents were early raisers as her stomach gave a grumble of emptiness.

“ Morning daddy, mom!” she chirped with fake cheeriness as she entered the kitchen. Her non-authentic smile soon vanished and turned into questioning frown as her mother dropped the frying pan in shock and her father almost chocked on his morning coffee at the table.

“ What?” she asked crossly, her arms in akimbo.

“ Uh honeykins? Are you alright? You're not feeling... abnormal by any chance?” Dr. Briefs asked slowly, now wiping the coffee from around his mouth.

“ Oh dear oh dear...” Bulma's mom said obviously and picked the frying pan from the floor, frowning probably the first time in her life. Despite being the richest family on the planet Mrs. Briefs still insisted on cooking for her family breakfast and dinner saying it was her duty as a mother and the hostess of the household. Bulma had never understood that and personally she couldn't even imagine touching anything coming remotely close to cleaning or cooking.

“ Just please serve some breakfast, Mom...” Bulma groaned and took a seat across her still shell-shocked father. Inwardly the blue-haired teenager frowned: you'd think that a genius of such capability as Dr. Briefs would have brains so large that could handle slight 'variances' in life easily. She glanced at the kitchen clock. Only five minutes had passed since she last took a glance at the damn thing...

“ Here you go, dear!” Mrs. Briefs chirped, now totally recovered and back to her original bubbly self, and placed a plate of rye bread with delicious cheese, meat and fried egg on them and a glass of milk for her. She mumbled thank you and dug hungrily into her morning meal. Another thing she had noted as the rest of the week had gone by; her usually minimal appetite had gone practically through the roof! A girl had to watch what she ate (Bulma had always disliked this part of her life) to stay fit and she had lost even few pounds during few days and guessed it to be one of the side-effects of the new-awoken power.

If one good thing came from this damn thing it's that I can eat with no worries! She thought and took a gulp of her milk. Or at least tried to: the white liquid was frozen solid in the glass.

“ Damn!” she cursed, drawing both her parents' attention to her. And to her glass.

“ Oh my!”

“ God, what happened to the milk?” Mr. Briefs asked and fixed his glasses to stare at the frozen milk in astonishment.

Bulma had just about had enough of her new 'power'. “ Well, daddy, obviously the milk is frozen. Think you'd might want to turn down the fridge a bit?” she ground out sweetly, ready to burst a vessel. She would not become a freak-show... she would not become a freak-show... she repeated in her mind, while inhaling and exhaling slowly.

“ DAMN THAT SON-KUN!!” She yelled as her self-control failed her, and she banged her small fist on the table surface making her parents jump again in startle.

“ Bulma hon? Are you having troubles with a boy?” her mother asked soothingly with motherly concern and Bulma gnashed her teeth together hard.

“ You could say that... but I'll be going now, I need to cool down a bit!” she muttered and stood up abruptly, realizing the irony of her own words. Giving a bitter titter she took her leave. The images of the many ways how to destroy Son Goku mentally physically and socially for good flashed in her mind and she strode out of the front door mumbling to herself. The door slammed shut angrily and Mr. and blinked for the umpteenth time that morning.

“ Oh my, our daughter's finally truly in love! She has never ever called any other man that affectionately!” Mrs. Briefs gushed her blonde curls practically bouncing with her joy.

“ Well, damn...” the genius doctor uttered. Miracles did happen after all and the couple resumed their usual Sunday morning routine.

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“ Remind me again, Kakarotto, why in the hell I'm outta bed at fucking 8 o'clock in the Sunday morning?!” Vegeta grumbled moodily as he stood next to his brother on the empty football field, in the crispy morning air, the sun shining brightly. It was rather freaky as Vegeta stood there arms crossed in akimbo and seemed to absorb the light from the air like a shadowy cool spot in middle of Sahara.

Goku glared mildly in response. It's not like he had any choice in the matter, either. Teach the girl to control her powers and maybe even fight or watch her destroy everything around her and eventually get attacked by demons and be torn to shreds some day.

“ Y'know, ya didn't have to come... ya just wanna see the girl,” he retorted sharply and gave another meaningful glance at Vegeta's direction, “ Besides, you're leaking the power again,” he pointed out.

“ Whatever...” Vegeta snorted and with highly insulted sounding sigh pulled his power back and the shadowy spot vanished. “ Cut me some slack, man. That damned fight with that motherfucker Azkabal was a bit tricky and he got some good hits in... Is it my fucking fault that he almost managed to curse me with the weight of his goddamn powers, eh?”

“ You could of even tried dodgin'.”

“ I was distracted.”

“ By what?”

“ Shut up.”

“ Fine, it looks like our student is here, anyways,” Goku said and nodded to a direction where a slender being dressed in white walked towards them across the field. The figure was seething with anger, her eyes shimmering dangerously and the feeling of danger she emitted had them both automatically little wary of her.

“ Ya sure she the ice element? Looks more like fire to me, her gaze practically burns us even from this distance,” Vegeta asked sarcastically and Goku snorted.

“ She's ice, believe it bro. So cold it actually burns ya.”

Bulma made it to them just then, out of breath and glaring angrily. Not even her groups' comments how she'd get wrinkles between her eye brows like that could have stopped her intense stare of hate and righteous anger at ruining her life. Her eyes scanned the smirking form of Son Goku and she momentarily blinked at what she saw. The boy was barely taller than her measly 5.4 feet and rather lanky, but the smooth and sinewy muscles his bare arms laden with took her by surprise. Dressed in dirty wife beater and cargo pants and not in his normal baggy and covering clothing he looked suddenly very handsome. And familiar in strange non-sexual way, once again.

Shaking her head briefly, she glanced at the other boy standing besides Goku and if Goku's face had been familiar it was nothing compared to this handsome, scowling and mean face. The upwards swept black hair and the intense glare did funny things to her mind and body. She knew this face! Where and when she couldn't place, but somehow the first things that popped into her mind about this male was arrogance and power. And the fact that he called her woman and not by her name. Dressed similarly to Goku the only difference being that he had a strange fang hanging around his neck in leather cord and black fighting gloves. For some odd reason she didn't find the gloves to be anything out of ordinary.

“ Who... who is this?” she asked from Goku, starting intently at Vegeta who only looked at her with the same damn smirk as Goku had on his lips too.

“ My big brother, Ouji Vegeta. He's in the business too and guess what? He's gonna come back to school tomorrow,” Goku grinned mischievously.

“ Hey, I can talk just fine,” Vegeta muttered to Goku angrily and glanced again at the girl in front of him. She truly was a marvel: naturally blue hair with some greenish tint to it and crystal blue eyes. Cute, preppy and definitely what you'd call a common school whore to jocks and players, deducted by the way she dressed. But still sexy as hell.

“ Oh god... another person from my past life...” Bulma whined and slapped her forehead dramatically as her mind reeled and felt fuzzy as if memories long forgotten tried to push through some kind of membrane.

“ Woman...” Vegeta started growling dangerously. This usually scared the impudent girls into submission but the older demon slayer was in for a surprise of his life as icy blue eyes bore into him and he felt a thrill like none other go through him.

“ I HAVE TOLD YOU HUNDREDS OF TIMES ,YOU POMPOUS ASSHOLE, THAT DO NOT CALL ME WOMAN BECAUSE I HAVE A FUCKING NAME: IT'S BULMA SO USE IT, YOU PIGHEADED SAIYAJIN MALE!”

The silence that followed her echoing words was almost deafening as the trio looked at each other in shock of her outburst. Bulma looked little pale, raising an upset hand to cover her mouth. “ Whoops? Did I... do that?” she asked rather nervously glancing around to make sure no one else had heard her. Neither one of them could have ever guessed that Bulma Briefs possessed such lung capacity. Every other male would be quaking in their boots and boxers, but her yelling tantrum left the boys just rather stunned.

“ I just didn't do that... tell me I didn't!” she ranted and rubbed her temples with her cool fingers, frosting them over in her emotional stress.

“ You truly are a bitch, woman,” Vegeta smirked and made few lewd gestures with his hands and Bulma groaned again in frustration and anger. This couldn't be happening to her. No, not to her! She was Bulma Briefs, for fuck's sake! She was the leader of all cheerleaders and the undeniable Queen of the school. She was from a good rich family, she was raised proper and well, she had more friends than many ever dreamed to even hope and a boyfriend who just happened to be the star player of the school. Bulma Briefs didn't shout out randomly (like blow up on people below her), but maintained cool and proper exterior around people. Bulma Briefs was nice to everybody and everybody loved Bulma Briefs in return. Bulma Briefs was rich and as normal as a seventeen-year-old can be. She didn't have strange powers to kill demons, she didn't know the no-name riff-raffs of the school who happened to be part of her past life and more importantly she wasn't a freak show and she didn't do any heavy cursing!!

“ Hey, cheer-bitch!” Vegeta's angry yell broke her from her thoughts and the blue-haired teen realized the two boys weren't near her anymore, but stood good twenty yards away from her, looking tough and determined.

“ What the hell it is, you--- Oh?!” Her eyes widened and her rage died down in a second, flat. She was surrounded by ice and frost good fifteen yards of diameter. The grass was frozen solid and sharp and rocky stalactites of ice with jagged edges jutted from the ground, shimmering like diamonds in the sun light. Her breathing was vapor in the cold chill that was way under zero, yet she felt none of it and it felt almost good to be surrounded by frost and ice in the crisp coldness. Bulma was covered in frost, making her look like some ice queen from another realm altogether.

“ What's the big deal here, motherfucking dammit! You almost pierced and froze us with those!” Goku shouted at her, sounding royally pissed off.

“ But... but how!?” she choked back at him, nearly in tears of wonder and fear of her power.

“ Just calm down! And come here and so we can teach ya so things like this won't happen. Your control of your power is tied to your emotions and at the moment: it's very unstable because ya're far from actually consciously using it. First ya need conscious control, then ya have to learn to use your magic right and then ya can start practicing different forms of it. But first calm the fuck down, girl!” Goku instructed her strictly and Bulma took deep breaths to calm her raging nerves.

Slowly she got on her feet and began walking away from the icy circle she had accidentally created, very upset of her lack of control but also horrified. If this had happened any earlier and she would have gotten her angst get to her... the teenager Queen left the thought hanging there for a second. She could have frozen many people to death in an instant. If her power was to fight demons it must be of such caliber that it could actually kill them and not just give them a pesky little flu to cuss over. She also guessed the residents of Hell would be made of lot tougher stuff than your every-day humans.

She stumbled out of the ring and fell on her knees, breathing hard.

The boys knelt too, Goku slightly concerned; Vegeta seemingly indifferent.

“ Just... just shut up whatever you were gonna say and start the damn teaching... just teach me how to control this darned thing...” she almost begged them Goku and Vegeta glanced at each other and nodded in unison. It was their luck that the school's football field was quite desolate area behind the school building and not many ever wandered there expect to watch the training or games. They definitely needed a wide open and secluded place to train Bulma if things would progress at this rate.

“ Hey, what are you two doing just standing there?! You better teach me control since I don't wanna kill anybody!” Bulma wailed at them suddenly and a wall of sharp ice spikes practically appeared out of thin air. The brothers ducked quickly and the deadly needles flew past their heads, grazing their wild hairs dangerously.

Bulma stared in shock at the glaring duo lying on the grass and her ice spikes melted away.

“ Uh... oh... so you say at the moment my powers reacts to my feelings and emotions?” she grinned innocently, a huge sweatdrop falling down the side of her face.

“ Yes! This would be some much more easier if you were a sociopath...” Vegeta mumbled and hopped on his feet.

“ I think we'll have one hellova long day ahead,” the younger Son brother sighed and Bulma giggled light-headedly. This was simply beginning to be too much for her take in completely, but she would prevail. Hopely.

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The sky was already purple and the last rays of sun were beginning to disappear. Long shadows were cast on the green field and Bulma hit the ground with a thud, breathing hard, gasping for precious air.

“ THIS... IS...FRIGGIN' ...IMPOSSIBLE!” The blue-haired girl managed to scream between pants of exhaustion as Vegeta and Goku peered down at her curiously.

“ Y'know, first people usually learn to walk before running,” Goku nodded sagely to her and her teeth gritted in annoyance.

“ Well, that is kinda obvious, buster!”

“ What he means you haven't even began to crawl,” Vegeta quipped at her and her jaw went slack. She was dirty, bruised and fatigued to brink of death and she wasn't even close beginning to crawl and in order to truly master her power she'd need to be able to run like a wind. Oh God... I'm even thinking in cheesy metaphors...

“... but I have to say I'm even impressed to some point, woman!” Vegeta continued, almost smiling for real, and let his eyes scan the football field or rather what was left of it. Nearly everything was frozen to some point and holes and craters lined the area; even the bleachers had suffered the consequences of Bulma's uncontrolled power.

“ Well, thank you Vegeta,” Bulma almost blushed and smiled timidly at him, not minding the term woman for now.

“ I never would have thought in my bloody life that someone could suck this much at complete single task of simple and quiet meditation!”

“ WHAT!?! YOU'RE DEAD, MAN! SO DEAD!” Bulma sprung to her feet and started chasing Vegeta, who saw it was one of those rare times when running away was the best defense available. He didn't care for the woman's wrath but the howling snow and ice storm trailing right behind her as she pursued him scared him almost as much of Azkabal's shafowy powers had. Besides the woman could use the work out: she might be a cheerleader but yet not nearly fit enough for the life of a demon hunter. Almost slipping on the icy ground Ouji Vegeta ran away from the crazed woman as Son Goku buried his face into his hands and shook his head in denial.

Just what were those two in their previous lives? A married couple? Now that was the most laughable thing ever so Goku guessed they must have been bitter arch enemies at least. It was funny how things worked out in the universe; Heaven and Hell in general. Bulma had called Vegeta something before: a saiyajin. His second surname from his mother's side was Saiyajin after all...

Bulma and Vegeta raced past in a whirl of shadows and ice, almost making him fall.

“ YOU ASSHOLE, GET BACK HERE! YOU... YOU... MONKEY!!”

“ ICE BITCH, ICE BITCH, YOU HEAR ME!? WOOOOMMAAAANNN!!”

“ RAAGH!”

The pair began their another round around the field, leaving now quite pissed off Goku standing in middle of the chaos. “ At least we know her attacking powers effective...” he grumbled sourly and frowned, glaring around the destruction. A sigh escaped his lips.

“ The janitor's so not bloody hell gonna like this when he comes to work on Monday...”

And thus ended Bulma's first day of training.

For some reasons Goku and Vegeta felt quite offended that she called them monkeys. Neither could explain why, though as they left the field for home more exhausted than after a rough night of slaying regulars.

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A/N: Next Chapter: Enter ChiChi! (Somewhere in the future... college is tough, after all...)