Vegeta was being led through the streets, he had been lagging behind so now Bulma was pulling on his arm to forcibly make him keep up. They were in some strange country with weird customs, to the Saiyan Prince, it made no sense. This was the same planet, how would the language and people be so different here?

On Planet Vegeta, the people where the same wherever you went. It was a large planet, but they were all united in there need to fight and everything else seemed to just fall into place. Nothing changed there. The Saiyans, no matter what side of that world they had lived on where still Saiyans.

Vegeta, of course, could understand the foreign language. All elite Saiyans had translation chips inserted shortly after their birth. It was a useful Truffle invention, regardless of how old the technology had gotten.

Vegeta growled, yanking his arm free from the woman and crossing both of them over his chest. He glared at her and she turned, stopping her procession and glared back.

Vegeta! Really? You're going to do this here?"

Vegeta huffed before starting to walk, passing the blue haired woman. The whole gaggle of z-warriors that she had also followed on this trip hadn't stopped when she had and now Vegeta and Bulma were falling behind.

"Pick up your pace, woman." He tossed over his shoulder.

Bulma seethed but followed after him, quickly becoming interested once again in the sights.

Vegeta himself, didn't see the draw. Yes, it was different then Capsule Corps, but not enough to matter. There wasn't anything interesting here.

Of course a few things caught his eye, he had always had a decent eye for art. He'd never told anyone this, it not being a part of his training or a part of the life he had lived. It was not a hobby fit for a Saiyan Warrior he knew.

The group continued to drag Vegeta around for the rest of the day, his temper visibly growing shorter. By the time the sun was going down, Vegeta was grinding his teeth.

"Vegeta, are you okay, dude?" One of them had asked.

Vegeta had snarled in reply, "Shut up!" He threw his hands up in the air, at the end of his rope. He couldn't deal with these idiots any longer. He glared daggers as everyone stared. The look of murder on the woman's face made him want to laugh. He summoned his energy, about to take off into the sky. Everyone took several steps back in preparation. They knew this little tantrum of Vegeta's well. A smirk spread across the angry Saiyan's face. That's right, he wouldn't let any of them forget just who he was. He was Vegeta, the Prince of All Saiyans! He could kill any of them without a second thought. He would laugh as the life left there eyes. Making the crowd around them run and scream. That thought made him wish someone would step up and just try to get in his way. Give him some entertainment for once on this horrible 'vacation' as the woman had called it.

Someone reached out. Someone that he hadn't expected. A strong hand touched his shoulder from behind and the prince whipped around, coming face to face with Kakarot's chest. He glared up at the taller Saiyan.

"Vegeta, that's not nice."

"I'm not nice! I'm never nice!" He yelled as people started to give the group a wide berth. He glared at each and everyone one of them. His glare making people immediately advert their gaze.

Kakarot sighed and shook his head. "Vegeta, stop it."

"Are you giving me orders, Kakarot?!"

"No, I'm trying to help you."

A savage growl pulled from his throat and his glare darkened further. "I don't need your help." He knocked Goku's hand from his shoulder and shot into the sky. He flew too fast for anyone other than Kakarot to be able to follow him.

He flew up until he was higher than that strange blasted radio tower that the woman had forced him to climb earlier that day, when he had told her he could fly it perfectly well. She had insisted upon walking the stairs because it was the experience that counted. Damn woman.

He flew over to it as a sudden idea struck him and landed on the highest spire. This allowed him an unobstructed view of the entire city. Paris, the woman had called it. Once there he crossed his arms, watching the ant sized humans walk around.

He watched them as they scampered around, a large smirk on his face. From here, he took in the sites, watching everything. They way Saiyan eyesight worked let him able to observe any or all of the goings on.

Boredom quickly settled in. In almost lazy way, Vegeta leaned back, free falling off the Eiffel Tower. Many people gasped on his way down. Women screamed and children pointed. Just before reaching the ground, his Ki ignited around him and he curved in a graceful arc, shooting back up into the air.

He flew this way, weaving in and out of startled people and cars. The screams soothed his nerves and the whip of the wind that followed after him, pulling dresses up, plates off of tables and toupees off of men forced a smile to pull at his lips.

A sudden strange smell made him to stop in his tracks and land. It was unfamiliar. Humans all smelled the same, food all smelled good and even with how unfamiliar he was with everything in the country, it all smelled... Alive? No matter how much searching he did, he couldn't find a word to properly describe how the new smell was different. Though, even as strange as the smell was, like decay and earth, salt and fungus, it made his blood boil. It smelled strong and made him want to fight.

Vegeta's eyes closed as he took a deep breath, separating the smells around him, quickly locating the smell. It distracted him and caused him to turn on heel and head back the way he had come.

The smell quickly led him to a dark alley. He closed his eyes as he let the smells of the city wash over him, sorting them instantly. The smell of his prey stood out in stark contrast.

He raised his guard before stepping forward, only to be stopped, yet again, by a strong hand on his shoulder.

With a snarl he flipped around, and again coming face to chest with his rival. He glared up at Kakarott.

"What do you want?"

Goku tilted his head to the side, taking a breath. Vegeta bristled. This was his prey! With a quick shake his his head, Goku just replied with, "Bulma is worried about you. She sent me after you. Let's head back, yah think?"

His wide smile made Vegeta's eye twitch. "I am not that woman's servant. I am a prince. I will do as I please."

Goku sighed and dropped his hand. "But Vegeta, she's worried!"

With a scoff, Vegeta turned away. "That's not my problem."

Of course the most embarrassing things happen to the Prince in situations like this. True to form, his stomach let out a long grumble.

Vegeta's face heated and Goku laughed. "Vegeta, come on. Let's get something to eat. I'm pretty hungry too."

Goku grabbed Vegeta by the hand and rushed into the crowd. How the idiot knew where he was is anyone's guess. That huge smile was plastered to his face.

In less than five minutes, they had arrived at a gorgeously lit restaurant. Goku headed right inside, joining the z-warriors just sitting in comfy couches by the entrance, waiting for a table. Vegeta kept his distance, now that his hands were free from Goku's vice grip, he crossed them over his chest.

He kept his distance, as was his habit until the waiter came out and lead them all to a huge table. It was actually two pushed together, right under one of the many crystal chandeliers.

Vegeta took a seat next to Bulma, across from Kakarott, on the end. He kept his gaze on the ceiling.

"What would you like, Vegeta?" The woman asked with a relieved smile. It looked like she was happy to see him and this just made his frown deeper.

"Meat."

"Meat? Any kind in particular? Would you like to see the menu?" She asked with hope in her eyes.

Vegeta just grunted. Goku frowned at him. "Vegeta-" he started.

A snarl came from said Saiyan and he snatched the menu out of Bulma's hand. "There! Happy?!"

Of course one of those ridiculous smiles overcame Goku's face and he nodded, "Yep!"

Growling and grumbling came from Vegeta as he looked over the menu. It really was too bad that the translator didn't work on the written word. Vegeta couldn't read the language that the z-fighters spoke, whatever it was called, let alone this one.

This became a challenge though and like the Saiyan he was, he didn't back down. He pulled Goku forward by the collar of his shirt and held the menu out to him, ignoring the woman. "I'll eat this."

Goku blinked, seeming okay with his current predicament. He looked at it thoughtfully before pointing it out to Bulma. "What's this say, Bulma?"

The blue haired woman glanced at the menu, glanced at both Goku and Vegeta before giggling, hand covering her mouth. "I forgot you two can't read french."

"What's it say?" Goku asked excitedly, Vegeta rolled his eyes.

"I'll just translate. It's a special kind of marinated steak. It comes with a salad, your choice of soup and a desert. Is that what you want, Vegeta?"

A grunt was all she got and this made him frown deeply. She crossed her own arms. "You know, I'm actually trying to be civilized here. I'm trying to include you. I'm trying to talk to you. Hell, I'm even trying to live with you! And you treat me like this?! You know what Vegeta? I should make you fend for yourself!"

A smirk crossed Vegeta's face and he met her blue eyes evenly. "I am the Prince of all Saiyans. I do not need you. I can slaughter a family and take the food I need."

Bulma's eyes grew huge and she looked down, fear evident on her face. Vegeta laughed, a deep maniacal laugh.

Goku stood up from the table, a sudden look of anger on his face. He grabbed Vegeta's arm, pulling him out of his seat and back out of the door to the street.

Only once outside did he let go and turn around, a glare on his usually happy face. "Why are you doing this, Vegeta?! That wasn't nice! Bulma was just trying to be nice! She's been trying to get you to make friends and feel welcome here. The least you can do is be nice."

"Nice nice nice! I already told you, Kakarott, I am not nice. I don't want or need friends and I will never be one of you! I'm the Prince of All Saiyans!"

Goku let out a frustrated sound and glared at the only other living full blooded Saiyan. The smell chose the second to return and the taller Saiyan's eyes widened. "What is that?"

Vegeta closed his eyes taking in the smell and letting it heat his blood. He didn't reply before he took off, running this time. The scent was close.

It made him want to fight. It made him want to claw and bite and see blood on his hands once again. The fire in his own blood demanded it.

He ran down a few streets, stopping now and again to take a deep breath and catch the scent.

Finally, as he turns down a final alleyway, he smirked. He's got it now.

Flaring his Ki to full blast, Vegeta cockily takes a few steps into the alley. "Hey! Come out! I can smell you!" His yell echoed off several walls before a trashcan fell over. Got you or so he thought.

Vegeta raised his hand energy building around it, glowing yellow. He aimed right for the trashcan when a cat walked out from behind. The angry prince's brows furrowed as he lowered his hand, the energy immediately dissipating.

Vegeta reached out with his mind, looking for an energy pattern to follow to his prey but he felt nothing. He could smell it. Decay, earth, rot. He could smell it but not feel it.

With a snarl, "Stop hiding you coward! Fight me like a man!" The taunt was thrown out, trying to lure whatever it was out.

Something shifted, behind him, to the left, in front. Vegeta's head whipped around, trying to find the source, but saw nothing.

The air around him stilled and he only then noticed that people had long since stopped passing by. Vegeta was realizing too late that he might have been lured into a trap.

He tried to lift off into the sky, regain his advantage, but something grabbed his leg and threw him against the brick wall of the alley.

With a scream, Vegeta flew out of the imprint he bad left in the wall, cracking it further. Yet again his leg was grabbed and he was thrown to the far end of the alley. Something strong held his arms. He laughed at the pathetic attempt, powering up.

He stayed where he was though, wanting to see the face of his enemy. This clever new enemy. He schooled his smirk as a man approached him.

"Hold him." The man commanded, a smirk on his face, showing long incisors. Vegeta frowned and ran his tongue over his own. His weren't that long unless he was in struck him as weird this human had them.

"Well well, we caught something in our trap. Not a human by the smell." The creature said. Vegeta smirked back, pulling himself up. He was going to retort when out of nowhere, the man vanished and pain seared Vegeta's neck.

He let out a scream of pure pain as the draining began. The creature held him down as it sucked his essence from his neck. Vegeta was frozen. What the fuck was happening?!

Then the pressure was gone. Everything was gone. He was no longer being held and felt himself stumble to his knees. He hissed, hand going to cover the profusely bleeding wound. The blood ran from between his fingers, staining his clothes.

Strong arms grabbed him and lifted him from the ground. He had underestimated his prey. He had not been prepared.

He looked up, into the eyes of his rescuer. Meeting onyx black ones, very much like his own. "Kakarott?"

Goku's face was a mask of worry, placing his hand on top of Vegetas. His eyes widened as he pulled it away, looking at the blood staining his fingertips. "We need to get you out of here."

Vegeta felt light headed and weak. He could barely keep his thoughts coherent. A horrible growl rumbled in his chest. He was too strong, a Saiyan Warrior for fuck's sake, to feel like this! He shoved his way out of Goku's arms and stumbled against the wall. "I'm fine. I had the situation under control." He snarled. His breath was coming in quick pants. His vision was becoming blurry.

Goku let out a sound then that Vegeta didn't expect out of the earth raised, gentle Saiyan. He growled and forcibly grabbed Vegeta, taking off into the air.

-end of first chapter. I realized the lack of good dbz fanfiction out there and sought to rectify the situation. Review, comment. I will continue because of them. I'm so sorry, I just noticed something weird happened to the format. I will try and re-upload tonight if it doesn't look right.-