This is the product of pure boredom. My friend wrote this stupid thing about himself, and I just adapted it to fit Vegeta. There is no point to it, I just wrote it to keep my sanity, and to piss my friend off. Enjoy!
Vegeta's Story
"Here's the stupid book you made me write woman. Now can I go back to my training?" Vegeta growled.
"It's called a memoir Vegeta," Bulma corrected. "And this is only one paragraph!"
"Just read the stupid thing so I can train!"
Bulma sighed. She looked down at Vegeta's paragraph and read:
If you didn't know, this story that the woman is making me write is not about you, it's about me! I am better than all you puny humans in all aspects of life. Better in mind, spirit, soul, and most of all, sexiness.
Bulma snorted at this. "In your dreams you are!" She laughed at Vegeta's angry scowl and returned to her reading.
I know this might sound conceited to you, but you should get over it, and besides, I have a reason.
Bulma smirked. "Do tell."
The Earth would be destroyed if I hadn't chose to be merciful and spare this mudball! You pathetic creatures owe me your lives! Bow down to the Prince of all Saiyans!
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Vegeta, your head is full of hot air."