The Vegeta Triangle.
By S.G.
A/n: No profit, don't own nothing, no sue.
Chapter one: The Situation.
The Universe was a complex thing. Once Freeza was dead there was finally justice for the Sayian race, well what was left of them. That is when Vegeta had an idea. It was something he had thought about for a long time now. With the help of Bulma Briefs, he and the woman, as he called her found the dragonball. With a promise not to wish for immortality the dragon made one simple wish for Vegeta.
To bring back King Vegeta to life and on planet earth. It was an unusual request, but the dragon did grant it with a warning to the Sayian prince. And there he was, dumbstruck to how he had arrived. Wearing torn armor he had on the day he died and on a different plane. He looked around astonished of the new scenery. A deep breath exhaled his lungs. The proud warrior turned to see his son grown up and next to him a beautiful exotic looking young woman.
"Father, I have brought you back. Freeza is as well dead." Vegeta stated to his father. The proud king smiled hearing of the death of Freeza. "Who may I ask killed Freeza?" the king asked grinning wanting to hear an answer and received a different one. "A Sayian, he was not from this time, but the distant future." He stated. The king looked oddly at his son. "Am I dead?" the man asked.
"No- no Sir, we brought you to earth, your planet could not be restored or all your people, only one person per year, per dragonball set can come back to life." The young woman stated. The king eyed the woman then his now older son. "And, who are you my divine luscious creature. I haven't seen a beauty like you for decades, even alive my wife when alive was the most brilliant thing until I seen you today" The man said in a husky voice. This caused Bulma to turn red and laugh a bit. "I'm sorry; I am Bulma, Bulma Briefs."
Vegeta eyed his father's odd behavior. He had known his father as a widow from his childhood; his mother had passed away when he was two during the birth of his younger sibling, Tarble. He had also not liked when any of the male population flirted with her. She was not his in anyway, but between his father's behavior and the scar faced weaklings, this was not to his favor.
"Now your back alive, you're more than welcomed to come live with Vegeta and me." Bulma said walking towards the king. The king looked at his son. "Oh, I had no idea that my son was in a relationship with you. Forgive my boldness from earlier." This caused Bulma to chuckle a bit and Vegeta to glare at his father and rethinking his wish.
"No, no. Vegeta and I just live in the same house. I am quiet wealthy here on this planet, and I have offered him a home here for the last few years since we arrived back from Namek- where we meet. He was here before- but yea, then he was here for one-hundred and thirty days then left for six months then back the last year or so." Bulma blabbed turning shades of red. "I'm sorry; when I get nervous I carry on." She smiles at the tall man with an incredible beard. "I like your beard." She mumbled then realized they need to get back to capsule corp. "Oh- yea transportation" she went to her fanny pack and picked up a capsule.
"Silly woman." Vegeta said looking at Bulma stepping closer. "We will fly." Vegeta said smirking and glanced at his father reaction. "I'll carry you home." Bulma froze at Vegeta oddly. "Umm, yea; but promise not to pretend to drop me like you did the other day when we retrieved the 6-start ball." Vegeta frown some at the reoccurrence of one slip. He couldn't have her talking like this in front of the King of the… last few Sayians.
Vegeta knew what was occurring once the moment his father seen Bulma. Any Sayian male could tell. His father wanted the earthling. He was free and clear, Vegeta's mother had been dead for over 27 years… his father was a widow, and by Sayian terms he could find a new mate/wife for the remainder of his life on earth. Vegeta didn't like the idea though he'd never admit it.
The king glared a bit at his son when he grab Bulma quickly without her realizing what he was doing and flew fast as he could to get ahead of his father. "Wooo Vegeta." Bulma squealed as he hugged her body to his as they flew. "What's your deal- you wanted your father back, and now your being a real- Jerrrrrrk." She squealed as he picked up pace. Vegeta looked back to see his father fallowing behind a few hundred yards.
"Watch yourself with him." Vegeta warned his mouth inches from her ear. "If he gets to close he will kill you, like he killed my mother." Vegeta lied. Bulma's eyes widen some hearing this. "He killed your mother?" she asked. Vegeta frown some, hoping they were ahead enough that the old king didn't hear the woman's voice. "Yes, so don't get too intimate with the old man." Vegeta warned.
"Vegeta, we were just talking. He might be different now he has a second chance at life, like look at you." She said. Vegeta's grip tightens some on the woman. They flew on for another hour before they stopped in mid-air. Vegeta adjusted how he held Bulma. The woman's hair touched his face tickling it some. Soon the King approached and stopped also in front of his son and Bulma.
"Now, father we are not allowed to kill the inhabitant on this planet. Unfortunately they are guarded from the legendary super-Sayian. And the woman gets man even when I joke about any kind of killing, maiming, torture especially the mail man. She will send you to eat at her mother's, and you do not, you DO NOT want her mother's cooking." The king looked oddly at his son then the woman he was holding.
"We are on one of those 'peaceful planets'. It is my home now, but it seems to be a target for evil-doers now and then and I do enjoy killing those." Vegeta said grinning evilly. "My house is below." said Bulma peaking from Vegeta's side to look at his father. "The larger dome is my parent's home, mine is the slightly smaller one next to theirs." Vegeta eyed his father who was looking at the woman smirking some. 'Perverted old man' Vegeta thought slowly heading downward with the woman in tow. Slowly the three ascend down to the front of where they would be living.
Once on the ground Bulma, now released from Vegeta's hold dusted herself off and stood up and walked to Vegeta's father. The king was handsome, not aging as he rested in peace, looked only a few years older than Vegeta was. "How about a tour?" Bulma said smiling. The older man grinned. "I think that would be sufficient." The king smiled. Bulma smiled turning red, "Well, King Vegeta right this way…" she said extending her hand signally the king to fallow her.
Vegeta did not like this.