Ingredient #1 ~ The Birth Of A New Saiyan Prince

"Look hon, isn't he the cutest?" the female saiyan looked up at King Vegeta.

His eyes set upon the infant which now carried his name, Vegeta.

The king smiled at the sight of his kid wrapped up like a burrito, his eyes closed and his cheeks as red as roses, giving off the fact he was sleeping soundly.

"Yeah, he is."

There, a new story started for the saiyan prince, much adventure to await, lots of teaching, and lots to experience . . . even hurt.

"No no no, a saiyan prince does NOT cook!" King Vegeta yelled disapprovingly.

"But dad, I can't help it." the now teen Vegeta beamed a smile at his dad.

"Ugh. . . " the king rolled his eyes.

"And besides, I like this specialty they call 'cooking', especially when -"

"No little brother, you're not a girl, I should be taking your place, as a girl." Vegeta's elder sister Luna marched in.

"No cooking for the prince, you're spending time with dad now."

"Your highness, calm down, I don't blame your child to have special culinary talents." Apricot, one of the servants spoke up.

"A prince doesn't cook, he rules upon everyone else and gets his way."

"Yeah Apri! I should be replacing Vegeta's position here."

Apricot frowned, "Now then, you aren't going to spoil him are you?"

King Vegeta then rolled his eyes and walked away.

Vegeta looked up at Apricot, "Am I doing something wrong?"

"No pea, everything's okay."

Vegeta looked down at the chicken he was frying, uncertain of what to do but continued to cook.

"You're doing something very wrong little brother, you're doing a girl's duty."

Luna then exited the kitchen.

The young Vegeta pouted.

"Don't listen to them pea, just continue to do what you like and love."

Vegeta smiled and proudly continued to cook, flipping the chicken here and there.

"Now we prepare the mashed potato." Apricot looked at Vegeta as she cooked the rice.

Vegeta nodded towards Apricot's instructions and walked to the fridge.

"Take out the milk and butter, then a pan that can be able to cook the mashed potato you desire."

Vegeta then opened a counter.

"Next, take out the mashed potato powder, place it on the counter and set the pot to medium high."

Apricot watched as Vegeta poured the milk into the pan.

"After pouring milk into the pan, get a cooking spoon and scoop up some butter and add it to the milk in the pan."

"Very well done little monkey."

Vegeta smiled as he put away the butter and milk jug, "Thanks Apri."

"Leave a small cup of milk out in case if the milk turns out to be too buttery, then stir the butter around the milk as it dissolves.

"After the milk warms up, pour the mashed potato powder into the pan carefully and slowly, not wanting to get the mashed potato to dry, if it does occur, pour in a little more milk."

Vegeta smiled at the delicious smell of his chicken and mashed potato.

Apricot set down the now well-cooked rice, preparing to set the table.

Vegeta knew what to do, he started to gather the eating utensils and set them down on the family table for Apricot to set.

"Now to get my parents . . . "

"You did it once again, I don't know how you do it Vegeta." Queen Vegeta said as she ate another piece of chicken.

The other servants smiled as they ate Vegeta's chicken and mashed potato.

Vegeta looked around and smiled as the table grew with satisfying sounds.

As usual, Vegeta got his good compliments and phrasing from the other servants, but his parents stayed quiet.

When the kitchen cleared, only King and Queen Vegeta remaining, Vegeta spoke up.

"Mother . . . father . . . "

"I can't right now, I have to go do something, I'll listen to this later." King Vegeta got up as he exited the kitchen, the servants cleaning up after him.

Queen Vegeta looked over at Vegeta, "This better be good."

Vegeta drank some of his Mountain Dew, "Mother, Son Bardock and Son Goku wish to come and speak to you."

"Why?"

Vegeta looked down at his empty dish, not wanting to meet eyes with his mother.

"I don't know."

Queen Vegeta didn't like the sound of this.

She got up and stood up straight, her now cold eyes looking down at Vegeta , "If it's about marriage, then you already know the answer, I won't let my son get married to a lower class breed, especially if it's another male."

Vegeta took another sip from his drink.

"That is all for today." the queen said in a serious tone as she started to walk away.

"But mother, in my opinion -"

Vegeta's words were then cut off, "You dare talk back to your mother?!"

Vegeta sighed.

"No one has ever done that, now shut up you dirty little monkey of a mess."

Vegeta's hand turned to a fist.

"I already have enough problem with you not acting like a man should and be doing a woman's job!"

Tears began to group up in Vegeta's eyes, but he dared not to drop one in front of his mother.

"That will be all for today . . . !" Queen Vegeta frowned as she walked out of the kitchen.

Apricot approached Vegeta, "It's okay pea, you can cry now."

Vegeta turned and hugged Apricot as his eyes set free a cascade of tears, remembering the first time he met the saiyan by the name of Son Goku.