Young and Beautiful
A woman sat in the delicate seat in front of her vanity. She was a true beauty, a genius, a wife, and a mother. She used to be adventurous in the past, but things changed. She met him. She fell in love with a dastardly prince and started a family. Bulma Briefs, heir to the Capsule Corporation, was the total package and telling herself that didn't make her feel any better. In the past she wasn't comparing herself to others but lately her dearly stupid friend had caused her some worry. He called her old. Of course she rebutted with the knowledge that she looked fabulous for her age, but that didn't mean that the subject had left her mind. There were plenty of times since that day that she would look at her mate and see his beautiful tanned and scarred skin. There were no wrinkles, no signs of getting old.
In the mirror Bulma gazed at herself. There were little crows feet at the corners of her blue eyes. On her forehead there were signs of wrinkles from her share of worrying. She cut her hair short, but it was for practical reasons. Tinkering in new inventions would be less thrilling if her hair got tangled up in a rotating gear. Bulma sighed, her heart sinking a little. She had certainly changed from the days from when she was young and beautiful. Sometimes she wondered if Vegeta regretted staying with her. She aged faster than he did, will die faster than he will. The heiress thought to herself 'He probably sees me as an old hag now.'
A door swung open to her room, she looked in the reflection of the mirror. Vegeta had come in the room, shirtless and his chest covered in a sheen of sweat. He stepped out of his boots as he walked and continued to take off his pants without so much as a "How do you do?"
"Hey." The prince stopped. Bulma rarely ever sounded defeated, especially not when he was around. He admired her tenacity and determination, which was almost equal to his own. He acknowledged her with a grunt. She turned on her seat and crossed her legs. Her demeanor was very vulnerable. "Do you think I'm still beautiful?"
The Prince scoffed at her. "What does beauty matter to me?" Bulma's jaw dropped.
"Are you kidding me? That's what you want to say to me!" She screeched out in anger and hurt.
Vegeta shrugged his shoulders with indifference. "If that's all that mattered I wouldn't still be here." How he loved to bait her.
She roared out "So that's what you think? That I'm just this old hag?"
He crossed the room in the blink of an eye. His muscular arms picked her up around the waist and held her close to him. His face was mere inches from hers. "You have provided me sufficient company and strong offspring. Your cooking is terrible, but I suppose that's why that vapid woman is still around." He moved in closer, Bulma's eyes half lidded expecting a kiss. "Now if you're need for flattery is fulfilled, I must shower. I don't want to ravage you with Kakarot's stench all over me." Vegeta released her from his hold. She stood there a confused mess of hormonal emotion. He opened the door to the bathroom and causally tossed over his shoulder "I suppose I would consider you still appealing to your human standards." He stepped into the shower. Conversation done.
"You have the sweetness of an onion, you ass." But despite the name calling she was happy. He said he thought she was beautiful in his own Vegeta way. Not the most romantic guy in the universe, but she would take the compliment anyway.