Declaimer: If I owned Vegeta I would make him blast all my bills and debt, then make him rob all major banks for me so I would be as rich, if not richer then Bill Gates. But, unfortunately for me I don't own Vegeta, Dragon Ball Z or Sailor Moon… and I still have to pay all my bills.
Playing Cupid
Prologue
Vegeta was seething.
This wasn't something that would be considered out of the ordinary for the sayjin prince. It was widely known and mostly accepted that the prince was an angry man what some might consider a bit antisocial. Considering this, it shouldn't be any surprise to have found him currently leaning against the far wall of the Capsule Corps living room.
Various decorations such as streamers, cone hats and balloons were littered about the room.
That idiot woman he had mated with had invited the moronic family of Kakarott over again as well as the noseless android family, the jolly green giant, the old pervert and his pet porky.
Vegeta rolled his eyes for the hundredth time that day while gritting his teeth.
He was irate that his mate had actually had the nerve to threaten him…
Him!
The Prince of Sayjins!
…into attention this celebration.
All the sounds that they were making were putting on him edge. He had to resist the urge to send them all into the next dimension. That is, all except his family, of course. But, he knew if he did his mate wouldn't be too pleased. Then in a year or so she would just wish them all back.
It would be a never ending cycle.
There wasn't even a word to describe his feelings of missing precious training time for this.
But, you can guarantee he was fucking pissed the fuck off at what these moronic baboons were all celebrating.
His mate had wasted time planning it for weeks.
In Vegeta's mind it wasn't even a day worth noting, much less celebrating.
They had been noisy and irritating him all day over the birth of Kakarott's grandbrat being born into the world.
Whoopty freakin' doo.
It seemed to him as if Kakarott was challenging him from beyond the grave. Just imagining him sitting on his cloud laughing at the Prince of Sayjins was enough to make his blood boil.
Always one step ahead.
Upon first arriving on this blue planet Vegeta had been defeated in battle for the first time by Kakarott.
First slash to his pride.
Kakarott had also prevailed over his childhood tormentor, becoming a Super Sayjin in the process. A level that should have been Vegeta's to achieve first.
Second slash to his pride.
Even after he had achieved Super Sayjin status, Kakarott was always stronger, faster than the Prince. Even so, his future brat had been for a fleeting moment stronger than even him and his brat.
Small victory.
But, now it seemed that no matter how hard his brat trained he would never surpass Kakarott's brat, or for that matter ascend to Super Sayjin 2.
Low blow.
With age came more knowledge for Vegeta as he learned that not all battles and victories as small as they maybe, were fought fist to fist but rather more strategically. A cold war had been silently brewing between the full blooded sayjins for years, concerning not them but instead their offspring.
At first Vegeta had mated not intending on producing a brat.
When Trunks arrived into the world nine months later for the first couple of months he felt apathetic towards him. Later he reasoned that he needed an heir to take up his title after he was decease to continue the great sayjin legacy.
What had first provoked their war was seeing first hand the power a hybrid sayjin could achieve. After witnessing this, Vegeta had decided to train his brat to be more powerful than Gohan could ever imagine being. The only speed bump to this was the brat's mother, who'd stalled his training more than a dozen times.
Never in his wildest dreams did the prince ever think that he would actually grow a soft spot for his young brat as he rigorously trained him.
No matter.
As the years went by Vegeta began to notice a problem, his brat was outnumbered by Kakatott's, two to one. Quickly he grabbed a hold of his woman and produced another brat…
A girl brat.
While Kakarott had produced two healthy and strong male offspring he had produced a male and a female. Vegeta hated to admit it but Kakarott had won another tiny battle against him.
Though for once Vegeta was pleased to have lost this kind of battle for he would not trade his little girl for anything in the world.
Over the years he'd grown fond of his two brats but it was his little girl's unyielding affection that had melted his heart.
With them he could secure his linage and make damn sure that his family was superior to that low class idiot's line.
He had been certain of this until Gohan and his wife had announced that they were going to have a baby. At first he hadn't been worried, but then when the news came to him that they had produced a female he had grown livid. It had taken him three hours solid in the gravity room to regain his composure.
Vegeta couldn't believe it, it never failed. Whenever he achieved Kakarott was always one step ahead of him. While he was the first to have a female hybrid, Kakarott's idiot clan had produced the first female one-quarter sayjin as well as the first grandbrat.
Vegeta's eyes drifted towards his daughter, Bra.
He shook his head.
No, she was far too young to even think about mating. Actually, the mere thought made his blood boil.
His onyx eyes switched directions, drifting towards his son Trunks, who was sitting on the couch quietly talking to his best friend Goten.
"Vegeta, would you quit mopping and join the party," Bulma crossed her arms tightly over her chest as she glared at her husband.
A stern hmpt was what she got in response as Vegeta turned his face away from her.
Bulma could feel her own anger rising but tried to stifle it, not wanting to start a needless fight during the party. She strained her voice, trying her best to keep it sounding pleasant. "Don't you want to see the baby?"
Videl tried her best to smile at the arrogant prince as she subconsciously tightened her hold on Pan, cradling towards her own chest.
When Vegeta finally inclined his head towards them, his expression didn't mask his fowl mood. "Frankly I'd rather chew nails then waste my time looking at Kakarott' brat's spawn." He replied gruffly before pushing himself off the wall and making his way out of the living room.
"Jerk!" Bulma yelled towards him as she began blowing up into a full out tirade, complaining about all her husband's faults.
It was then that a semi-crazy idea had popped into the prince's head, one that he couldn't shake. He knew that if Trunks mated with a human and produced a boy grandbrat then that would mean a victory on his side.
Problem was that Trunks had never in the seventeen years he'd been alive even courted a woman much less mated with one. Sometimes Vegeta even questioned his interest in the female species.
No matter, he would just have to find his brat a mate.
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An: Hey guys, this is going to be a short one… no more than five chapters long.. just a semi-humorous fluffy tale of Usagi and Trunks getting together.
Um, one warning… don't expect a new chapter for a while.
Also my beta is having computer problems so I will have to post the edited version later.
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