"Vegeta… Give me your hand. I-I can't get up…" Nappa was lying on the cold ground, bleeding out. The Prince reached out and grabbed his partners hand. "Thank you…" The bald Sayian managed.
"Hmph, sure. It's the least I can do, Nappa," A devious smile grew across the young Sayian's face as he tightened his grip. Nappa looked confused for a moment before Vegeta's smile warped into a face of anger and he found himself hurtling through the air. Nappa couldn't prevent himself from screaming as he found himself flying upwards. "Maybe you won't be such a disappointment when you're dead!"
Vegeta widened his stance and grunted loudly as he powered up an attack. He could feel the energy coursing throughout his entire body as electricity danced around him. The evil smile returned to his face.
"Goodbye…" He grunted louder as his move finished. A large beam of energy shot itself towards the Prince's former friend and ally, encasing him in a blinding light. Nappa's skin burned as he felt his imminent doom approach.
"No! No, Vegeta!" He screamed at the top of his lungs before the pain overwhelmed him. His entire body tensed up, then, all at once, he ceased to be. His body was completely annihilated in the blast. Vegeta chuckled as he started to look around for his next victims. He looked up to see his foes floating above him, shocked at the event they saw unfold before them. His smile disappeared only to return once he made eye contact with the other Sayian in the area.
Vegeta woke up and turned over in his bed to look out the window. It was a bright, sunny, warm day out. The sunlight poured into the room and directly into his face, shining into his eyes. He grunted and covered them before deciding it was time to get up. He sat up in the bed and swung his legs over the edge, standing up and stretching. He walked over to the desk in the room and picked up his blue jumpsuit.
He put the jumpsuit on first, then he picked the armor, gloves, and boots up and brought them over to the bed. He slid his feet into the boots which fit him perfectly. He then picked his signature battle armor up and stretched it out so it would fit him. He finally put his white gloves on, opening and closing his hand to get a feel for the rubbery texture of the gloves. He rubbed his eyes with his sleeves before standing up again and walking out onto balcony.
He opened the double doors and stepped out, feeling a gentle breeze caress his face. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling, before opening them again. He put his hands on the railing and leaned on them, scanning the horizon. He was still on Earth, the planet that he once tried to destroy, training for a threat that they weren't even sure existed. He cracked his neck and walked back inside, closing the doors behind him and sitting on the bed.
"Vegeta! Breakfast is ready!" He heard Bulma call. The Prince sighed and thought back at his dream the night before. He vividly remembered the look on Nappa's face as he was inside the blast. The screams echoed in his head as he reflected on that moment. That was when it all went wrong.
"Vegeta!" Bulma called again.
"Woman I will grace you with my presence when I'm good and ready!" Vegeta called down to her.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I just wanted to let you know that your free meal is ready!"
"I said I'll be done when I'm good and ready!"
"How about I toss your breakfast in the trash?! Huh?! That outta teach you some manners!"
"Woman, don't make me come down there and teach you some respect!"
"How about you learn some first?!"
"Oh hohoho! You do not want to get into this with me!"
"We're already in it!"
Vegeta stood up and stormed out of the room and down the stairs, coming face to face with Bulma, his eyebrows knit together in anger. Bulma crossed her arms and smirked.
"Good, now that you're down here you can eat," she sat down at the table, much to Vegeta's shock. He'd just been tricked. He was about to argue even further but he just decided to cut his losses and sit down, crossing his arms and closing his eyes, he sat across from Bulma, trying his best to ignore her.
Mrs. Briefs came into the room with plates of food and placed them in front of Bulma, Vegeta, and Dr. Briefs, who Vegeta didn't even notice was sitting at the table in his anger. The family started digging into their breakfast, while Vegeta sat silently, arms crossed and eyes closed.
"Come on, Veggie, you need to eat so you can get lots of energy for training today," Bulma teased. The Sayian's eyes shot open and his forehead vein pulsed in anger.
"What did you just call me?!" His hands slammed on the table.
"Aw, what's wrong, don't like your nickname?" Bulma tilted her head sarcastically.
"No! Absolutely not! I demand you cease calling me that immediately!" Vegeta yelled.
"And what if I don't?" Bulma knit her eyebrows together in anger.
"Then after I'm done with the Androids I'll come back and blow this place and you to kingdom come!" Vegeta threatened, making exaggerated, violent hand gestures.
"Then maybe you'll pay attention to us, which would be a nice change of place instead of treating us like robots who make your food and repair your toys when they break!" Bulma stands up and puts her hands on the table, leaning forward.
"Well maybe I'd pay more attention to you if every word that came out of your mouth didn't make me want to vomit violently!" Vegeta imitated Bulma's actions. The two were now standing, staring at each other in anger. Their faces were so close they could feel the heat from each other's breaths. Dr. Briefs sat uncomfortably, watching the fight unfold between them, neither standing down, not wishing to lose the battle.
"Er…" Dr. Briefs managed. Both of their heads jerked to face him, who slid down his chair. "Uh, Vegeta, you should probably get to training. Bulma, I need your help with something today," he gulped hard.
"Hmph, fine," Vegeta and Bulma both stood up and crossed their arms in unison, turning their heads away from the other. Vegeta walked outside the house, leaving his breakfast uneaten. He entered the gravity room and sealed the door shut, leaving him in the mostly empty room in dead silence.