His eyes flew open in fear as he reentered reality. He was covered in sweat and his heart was pounding. He could still see the two figures in his mind, shrouded in that brilliant light. The Super Saiyans…two of them! They'd reached the sacred form before him, and he could feel the anger boiling up inside him. How dare those ignorant, low class warriors even think of surpassing him! He was the Prince of all Saiyans! He was entitled to being the best! And yet here he was, covered in bandages, lying in bed! It pissed him off. He refused to be damned to this ridiculous fate. He would change it, he would surpass them all, and then they'd see! He turned to roll out of the bed, and that's when he noticed her next to him. "Why the hell is she here?" he thought.
Her arms were folded on the desk in front of her, her head turned to the side, resting on top of them. A single blue curl escaped her headband and lightly grazed her forehead. Her eyelashes rested gingerly on her cheeks and mouth hung open in a small coo. Her chest and back expanded slowly as her body took in the slow, deep breaths of sleep. She seemed so peaceful, lying there in front of him like that. It was as if she were a different woman completely. His irritation with her being there was suddenly gone, lost in her smooth skin and luscious curves.
Desire was something Vegeta was well acquainted with. The desire to be the best, to be stronger, to destroy Kakarot...desire fueled him, dictated his every move. But the desire of a woman was one that he rarely felt. In fact, he wasn't sure if he ever really had before. It was supposed to be Saiyan nature, the craving to be with a woman, to mate. But the thought of being so intimate with another being was neither appealing nor exciting to him. He had better things to do, other more important desires to fill. No, foolishly playing in bed with a woman was not high on his list of priorities. And yet, here he was, staring at her.
He shook his head. What was he thinking? Why was he wasting his time? Sure, she looked decent now, but the minute she woke up and started that damn mouth of hers, all potential desire would be completely lost. She was insufferably loud and seemed to find joy in irritating the hell out of him! She was bossy and rude and, worst of all, human. The anger he'd felt when he'd first woken up returned. His body ached and demanded to rest, but he had no intention of doing so. Part of being the best was overcoming the petty weakness of the body. He didn't have time to waste sleeping. And he certainly didn't have time to waste looking at insolent women! He had training to do. Soon, very soon, he would take his rightful place, as the greatest warrior alive.
Pushing himself up, he swung his legs over the side of the bed. The words of his father played loudly in his head. Never forget where you're from…perhaps someday, you will become a Super Saiyan… Vegeta's legs screamed at him, but he forced them to stand. He refused to let his father down. He would become a Super Saiyan, just as his Father had predicted! He would surpass Kakarot and the other idiot, and destroy them all! Then they would see! An evil smile spread across his face, as he glanced once more at Bulma's sleeping figure. He would kill those low class warriors. Their current power was simply a mistake, a mere fluke. But soon he would destroy them and take his rightful place as the Prince of all Saiyans! With a smirk, he turned and walked out of the room.