Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z.
A/N: Hello! This is an old fanfiction originally posted in portuguese (my mother language, and since i'm not fluent in english, please, be gentle). Only now I found the time and the courage to translate it to english.
This fanfiction consists of seven small chapters (unrelated to each other), each one focusing on Vegeta and a particular sin.
Hope you enjoy your reading!
Chapter 1: Superbia/Pride
Vegeta's first step on Earth was firm. Unwavering.
Fast and decisive, his right hand left the metalic surface of the space pod and touched the scouter on his face. The small machine beeped impatiently, providing him with enough information about that particular planet.
A cruel smile flashed on his face.
Nothing but weaklings on this fucking mudhole, he thought to himself, with a gaze full of pride and arrogance.
His eyes, pools of darkness, took in the view, noticing everything it had to offer: the arid landscape under the blaze of the hot, golden sun; the scarce vegetation; the clear blue sky. Suddenly, a blast of wind, strong and warm, hit him and blew his dark, spiky hair, but the warrior barely moved.
"So, Vegeta. We're finally here." The bald saiyan next to him said, muscular arms crossed over an equally muscular chest. "Earth. Raditz's grave."
His aswer was a sound of pure contempt.
"Killed by insects." Snorted the almighty saiyan prince. "If Raditz really lost his life to the inhabitants of this planet, he didn't deserve to be called a saiyan. He was a desgrace to our race."
The other warrior frowned, his eyes narrowing for a split second. But very soon the scowl evaporated and a smirk appeared on his thin lips.
"No threats?" He asked, and Vegeta sneered.
"Of course not!" A merciless laugh echoed through the landscape. "The pathetic creatures that live here are no match for us, Nappa. They won't be able to stop me from finding and using the dragon balls. And then, when my wish comes true, I will become unstoppable."