Early one morning, a very stubborn Saiyan prince opened his eyes and groaned. As always, he hated waking up on this miserable planet. He'd rather be anywhere but here. But apon hearing of this super strong force about to attack the Earth in a couple of years, he could not resist the challenge, Earthlings be dammed. it was also the only planet that would allow him to train and to add fuel to his ambition: To become a super saiyan, and be stronger than Kakarot.
It was a driving obsession, the only thing that he thought of day and night while he trained endlessly for at least 18 hours a day. Pausing only in his training to do the necessary things like eat and sleep. Training was useless if your body was weak from hunger and did not have the engery to continue it, or the sleep to repair and replenish for the next day of rigorous work. Yes, he would reach Super Saiyan, and not only would he destroy these Androids, he would destroy Kakarot as well. Nobody made a fool of him and was suffered to live very long. It wasn't something he was willing to wait for either. He was impatient, he acknowledged that. it came from decades of being used to people doing his bidding whenever he asked for it. Even living under Frieza's tyranny, he still was respected and treated as a prince. Here, it didn't matter how much royalty was coursing through his veins, it went unacknowledged. To the people of planet Earth, he was just like them, normal, everyday. You were only regarded royalty on this stupid planet if you royaled over a country. Not an entire race.
As he walked through the hallway down to the kitchen to grab a fast bite to eat before heading into the gravity room to train he stopped as he passed the womans office. It was if a strange force was pulling him towards it, compelling him to stop and stare. Of course, the beautiful blue haired woman was slumped over in her desk. He stood there and stared. Some part of him was telling him to walk away, that he didn't care but he did. She had worked herself to exhaustion again. There was a large pile of books to the corner of the desk and papers all over as well as crumpled up peices surrounding her feet. The computer on her desk was still turned on, its screen the only thing giving light to the otherwise dark room.
'Foolish woman" He thought. Not only had she worked herself to the point of exhaustion but unless the lights were on a timer, she was endangering her eye sight as well by working in such a darkened room. Before he could stop himself he walked into the room and stood above her and stared at her beauty. Thankfully for her the only brains she had was not to work in restricting clothing but was in fact wearing only a pair of black sweat pants and a yellow coloured tank top. Her feet were bare and her long aqua coloured hair had been pulled into a messy ponytail in the back of her head. He then noticed something as he looked closer to her. She wore make up each day and while a night of sleep would have worn it off or at least faded it, she hadn't slept in her bed last night. And it was then he noticed that black track marks were dried on her cheeks.
He had every intention at that moment to continue what he had in his head before and wake her up, demanding she make him breakfast but now thought better of it. She had been crying. Again. One of his better pleasures he indulged himself in was getting her angry and worked up. She was the only one on this planet who didn't fear him, even though it was better that she did. When he pushed, she pushed back. She could argue with him without a single thought to backing down or her safety. He had a short temper, he knew it, it didn't take much to get him flying into a rage. But whenever he argued with her, he never felt like blowing something else. He felt something he had never felt for anyone before. He respected her. She had more brains than anyone else and had the guts it took to stand up to him and call him the nastiest names he'd ever heard of (and further more, what woman ever had that kind of bad language in her vocabulary).
But the woman still had her moments of stupidity. Like right now. Working herself to exhaustion, putting her eyesight in danger by working in the dark. If she wasn't careful she could get seriously ill. He wasn't sure why he cared. All he knew at that moment was he did. It was the strangest feeling experienced.
And he didn't like it. At that moment any nice feelings he had went straight to hell. She needed to be punished for making him feel this way, and what better way to do it than to rudely wake her up and demand she cook him a large breakfast. He was doing well enough in training that he could afford to take a few hours off to bother her some more and to eat a large breakfast.
Deciding on a rude awakening didn't take too long to decide. He kicked the chair out from under her and watched as she went crashing to the floor, landing on her perfectly rounded ass.
"What the hell......" she muttered, looking around, "What just happened, where am i?' Looking around at her surroundings she remembered where she was and what she had been doing the night before. And then when she looked to her right she looked straight into a pair of knees. And looked up. She knew right there, that she was going to have a very bad day.
"Did you just kick my chair away from me?" She asked increduously.
"Yes i did, who else would have? You fell asleep in your office and i want my breakfast prepared. I have a whole day of training ahead of me and need nourishment. Now get cooking." He couldn't help but smirk at himself, it wasn't often he smiled any kind at all, and most people knew that when Vegeta smiled, you run, very fast, very far.
Bulma rubbed at her eyes, noticing when she brought her fingers back that they were streaked. She needed a shower. "make your own breakfast you jerk, I'm not in the mood to cater to you today. Besides, i thought you hated my cooking."
That was beside the point. It was true, for as smart and gorgeous the woman was, she couldn't cook worth a damn. He'd rather be beaten to within an inch of his life but several times he had eaten her cooking....and always felt like he had in fact been beaten to with in an inch of his life, at least his stomach had.
"You fell asleep in your office" He repeated. "You should have gone to bed, now, as punishment, you need to cook me breakfast. now get to it, I haven't got all day."
It was the last straw as far as Bluma was concerned. She stood up and glared at him. As short as the arrogant bastard was, he still stood at least half a head taller than she did, she still had to look up at him a little to stare into his black eyes.
"You are such an arrogant prick!" And with that, she did something she hadn't done before, she stomped on his foot before stalking away.
Vegeta just stood there, stunned for the first time. In all the times they had argued she had never actually done anything violent towards him. Not that she could ever actually hurt him, but she had never once tried. And today, with very little provoking, she had yelled at him and stomped on his foot. True it didn't take too much to have her yelling at him but stepping on his foot?
He stared down at his boot, for some reason he thought he would see an imprint of her small, dainty little foot there. He had barely even felt her stomping down on him. She had clrealy given it all her might but it was like being bitten by a bug, it was something slight felt for a fraction of a section before you forgot about it.
He sighed angrily but before he turned to leave he looked at her computer screen for the first time and read the email.
Bulma, this is Jazzy here, I'm truly sorry to be the bearer of bad news but you deserve to know the truth about what an asshole your boyfriend is.
That had been the only line in the email and he scrolled down and looked at the photo's supplied. True enough there was the weakling, slobbering all over a skinny woman with large breasts pressed against him, the woman was barely wearing anything at all. There was 3 photos of this.
"oh" thought Vegeta, "so thats why she's not in a good mood today."
Well that was one of the other things he thought she had no brains for. Even he could see right through that weakling. He always smelled of other women when he came around but he cleverly masked that scent with his own 'manly' prefumes. Only to a Saiyans hieghtened sense of smell could detect it. But the idiot woman loved him, no, she worshipped him, it was sickening really. He shouldn't care, had no reason why he did, but everytime that idiot came over to her house he got even more angry. His mere presence was enough to send him into a rage. All he knew was that he didnt like that weakling being around Bulma. Bulma, for all her faults, did deserve some one better. He just had no idea why he cared. He had no idea why he stopped calling her woman and started calling her by her name in the privacy of his own thoughts. He had no idea why he was attracted to her. And he was, he could admit that much to himself that she was gorgeous, with a voluptuous yet toned body with curves in all the right places, a tight round ass and large breasts, a body that a man would kill to have wrapped around him. He was a man, he could notice these things. Why that weakling would prefer another woman was insane but then again, only Vegeta could guess at the real answer. Yamcha was a man who had needs, and Bulma wouldn't give them to him. Vegeta knew the woman was still a virgin, he could smell her innocence.
He stalked into the kitchen intending to grab something quick, some juice or milk or something, maybe one of those muffins that was always on a plate on the kitchen counter everyday or maybe some fruit. Saiyans tended to eat lots but he'd been more occupied with training then spending time eating. His stomach grumbled as he realized how much he had neglected his diet recently. So today training would infact be a bit shorter than normal, he tended to eat a full meal tonight.
As he entered the kitchen he caught a smell of a tasty aroma in the air. And noticed a note on the counter. Written in Bunny's hand writting: Vegeta, sorry I couldn't make you a full breakfast today, there is bacon, breakfast sausage, ham steaks and several pancakes in the warmer if you want. Enjoy!
Now that woman, for all her faults and her lack of intellegence, was the best damn cook on the planet. She always had something waiting for him when he woke up, hot from the stove. For the simple fact alone that she cooked for him, he treated her with more respect than most, never daring to call her servant woman.
After he had pulled the food out of the oven and eaten the food at record pace, he felt slightly better hunger wise, this meal may be enough to get him through the day till evening when he would decide to partake in a large dinner. He walked through the hallways intending to go outside to the gravity chamber when he halted by Bulma's room. and heard the sound of running water.
Try as he might, he couldn't stop the image of her naked body in the shower, flushed from the heat and steam, slick with water. He looked down to see the giant bulge in his pants and cursed. Thats just what he needed, a hard on during work out, he wasn't fond of injuring that body part. But now it would get injured. Oh yeah, this was enough to put him in a bad mood.
With a snarl he raced towards his gravity chamber, pumped the gravity up to 200 times Earths Gravity for the warm up, and got to work, damning the woman with the blue eyes to hell and putting himself through a work out of a lifetime, intending to banish all thoughts of her from his mind. She was to blame for the state he was in, and if it interfered at all with his work out. She would pay.