1 Downfall

1.1 Chapter 1

Ding-Dong, 'Damn solicitors, they will pay for interrupting my training' Vegeta thought. He opened the door, not bothering to sense ki and looked at a girl about Trunks' age, wearing a pair of baggy blue jeans and a black shirt with a red symbol. "We don't want any!" I yelled as I slammed the door in her face.

"You must be Vegeta." She said, amused, from behind me snaking her head around the door.

"I slammed the door on you child! That is an invitation to leave! How did you get back in here? The security is impeccable!" I screamed at the insolent gaki.

"I put my foot in the door." She replied calmly, unaffected by my wrath.

"Nonsense! I would have crushed it, brat!" I spat.

"Oh, I think not." She smirked and it sent chills down my spine, few people are able to do this, "do you happen to remember a young woman you, how shall I say this," she pretended to think, "Knew, about 13 years ago?"

"Vaguely." I inwardly squirmed, the whore, kuso.

She walked up to me, stood about a foot away and said almost inaudibly, "I would be the by-product of that night," she smiled at my discomfort, "are you smart? Can you do the power-up thing where your hair turns gold? Or does that gene skip a generation?"

"You-you are my spawn you little weakling?" I screamed, there was no way this child had saiyan blood, I wonder… "You can fly?"

"Weakling? At least I can do that."

"How did you learn?"

"Child prodigies can teach themselves." She smirked.

"And you're an Super-Saiyan?"

"What's that?" She asked, "Is that the gold power-up thing? If that's what it is it's simple."

I was about to tell her that this was not exactly 'simple', but as I was about to say it, another of those people who can give me chills showed up on the stairs =who was at the door Vegeta= thought Bulma, looking down.

=A pathetic brat, who's been sent by her mother to ruin our lives= I thought back.

=Well you're in a good mood= she snapped =oh come now, she doesn't seem that bad=

"No, I'm not that bad, and I certainly don't want to ruin your life, Ms. Briefs." She said reproachfully with a hint of my signature smirk, while Bulma and I stared.

"Oops," she squeaked, interpreting the looks, "I take it you didn't say that out loud, Shimatte." She murmured the last part.

"Well. Th-Th-That's. Different," Bulma grinned, still shocked, "Where-did- she-come-from, Vegeta?"

"Do you want a literal interpretation of that?" she smirked.

"Sure?" Bulma said, still shaking.

"Him," she said pointing at me, the cynical grin still plastered on her face, "and a woman named Jezebel."

"Kuso" I spat.