Vegeta was endlessly annoyed that his wife had managed to drag him to a barbeque. What was the purpose of said barbeque anyways? Saiyan's never shared their meat. He rolled his eyes as his wife met with Goku's harpy and began chatting incessantly. It was a conversation he was just going to have to miss. He eyed Trunks and Goten sparring playfully with one another. His competitive spirit trickled down to his son, who he desperately wanted to best his longtime friend and rival's off spring.
"Vegeta!" Vegeta frowned as he heard Goku call his name.
"Oi, Kakarot." he gave a subdued nod as he watched him bite into a rather large thigh of chicken.
"There's plenty to go around, Vegeta!" assured a short man with a head full of dark hair. Vegeta shrugged, knowing he'd make his way to the food when he was ready. He watched the large party of Z Fighters disappear inside Krillin's house and decided to enjoy a moment of alone time. Except he wasn't alone.
His eyes slid to the side to see Android 18 staring at him as stoic as ever. He frowned. "May I help you?" he hissed, turning to face the icy cyborg.
"No." she answered flatly, her back leaned up against the side of her house.
"Then may I ask just what you are looking at?" Vegeta pressed, a dangerous smile on his face.
"You." she replied again, her face smug and unruffled. Vegeta snorted.
"And just why would that be?" There was an uncomfortable pause, the smug smile disappearing from Android 18's face.
"Because I don't trust you like they do." Vegeta frowned instantly, knowing she was referring to his merciless past.
"Oh really you metal witch, I too recall a time when you were no Angel as Krillin would act." This time Android 18 frowned, moving from her leaning position. "
It's not like I committed genocide or destroyed a whole stadium of innocent people in my quest to defeat my friend, or anything." She smiled as Vegeta bristled, running a hand cooly through her hair. "How quick they may forget... I do not."
"Perhaps you need a beating to see it, then?" Vegeta proposed, levitating slightly off the ground. Android 18 chuckled.
"I don't know Vegeta, how are your arms?" With a roar Vegeta sprinted forward, his arm launched and ready to strike Android 18. With a smirk she reached up ad caught his wrist, halting his assault.
"Mommy?" Both parties froze as a sleepy-eyed Marron stood in the doorway of her house. "What are you doing?" A look of helplessness crossed Android 18's face, as she and Vegeta were frozen in place
. "N-Nothing, Honey, we were just-" "Dancing." Vegeta finished with a charismatic smirk. He suddenly twirled Android 18 and flashed a grin to Marron, who giggled.
"And she's not half bad at it." Android 18 smiled as her daughter turned around and padded back inside the house.
She gave a small smile. "...Come inside, Vegeta. Have some food." After a moment Vegeta nodded and followed the blonde inside, a small mutual understanding between them.