Title: Bad Day
Author: Infinite Pen
Prompt: Brood
Genre: General/Humor
AU/CU: CU
Rating: K+
Warnings: None
Word Count: 400
A/N: Setting is back at Capsule Corps. right after Trunks' warning of what's to come in 3 years.
Summary: As if Vegeta's day couldn't get any worse than this!

"Great." Vegeta sighed in frustration at his current disposition. His day just couldn't get any better than this.

First, Frieza shows up because that idiot Kakarrot didn't finish the job on Namek. That fool had even become a Super Saiyan and was not even aware of the kind of power he possessed. That right to avenge his people belonged to the Prince of Saiyans, but he had been reduced to becoming that pauper's witness, even experiencing the pain of death in the process.

Then, some kid shows up, defeats Frieza and his father, and saves the day like there was nothing to it, all while shining in his super saiyan glory, reminding Vegeta of the ultimate goal he had not yet achieved. But how was it even possible for that boy to be a Super Saiyan?! He didn't even look saiyan for crying out!

And to top that off, here comes Kakarrot, and both he and the future brat flaunt their super transformations as if they were mocking the Saiyan Prince. In addition, they held him in derision even longer by organizing a member's only Super Saiyan Club meeting right before his very eyes.

"Just Great…" He sighed again.

Well, at least the namek was kind enough to inform that they would all die in three years by the hands of some toys built by a senile old man, giving him a warning. He was fortunate in the first place to be wished back by accident this time, and if he didn't train for the next three years, he would die…again. He just had to become a Super Saiyan!

He froze, hearing the sound of the woman arguing with that weakling which was actually a relief; he had been sitting in his current state for over an hour.

"Woman!" He called through the door, hoping she would hear him, but she and scar face continued yelling. "WOMAN!" He called again this time louder. Much to his relief, it seemed she had heard his voice as the clacking sound of footsteps came closer.

"I told you my name is Bulma!" Bulma shouted as her voice came through the door. "…so what is it?" She then asked when there was nothing but silence.

"There's…" He blushed heavily. "…there's nothing to wipe with!"

"Oh! You mean toilet paper? Hang on, I'll get you some!" Bulma giggled as she ran to the hall closet.