So the wonderful nekoer has requested a story about Vegeta and Bulma, and here it is. It is a short three part story, and I hope you enjoy!
Let me tell you a little about myself. I am Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans. Admittedly, there's only two of us purebloods left, and four halflings, but that doesn't matter. I am prince of all Saiyans, past, present, and future. I live on Earth with my human wife and my two children. I have made strange alliances over the years, with some people I swore I never would.
Let's start with Kakarott. Yes, Kakarott. Not Goku. To begin with, I hated his guts. Everything about him. He's so good and optimistic and just...ugh. Annoying all over. We were mortal enemies, and that has only recently just changed. We're incredibly competitive, and that will likely never change. I will surpass him one day. I will. But for now, we are tentative "friends", though I use the word lightly.
His son, Gohan, now that is a different situation entirely. I find that despite myself, I like the kid. Sure, I would've killed him on Namek, or after the stint that occurred upon our arrival to Earth, but after that, I never had the urge. He was the very first to accept me, to try to bring me into the Z-Fighters. And he's incredibly strong. Stronger than me, stronger than his father. I've given up trying to surpass him, especially now that he has reached his Ultimate form. We knew the kid was strong, but never this strong. Yeah, it pissed me off when he first ascended to Super Saiyan II, because he was fucking twelve years old. But, he saved my life. I will take claim though that it was I who delivered the blast that distracted Cell that allowed Gohan to kill him. So there.
Yamcha, Tien, Chaoutzu, I don't care about any of them. Indifferent about the two recluses, and hate the punk's guts. And he hates mine, so I guess we're even.
Krillin. Krillin is... different. We get along well enough, I suppose. I don't want to kill him every two seconds. He was going to kill me, but Kakarott stopped him. He accepts me now, just as much as Kakarott and Gohan. He strikes up conversation willingly, welcomes me into the group at parties. I don't care for his wretch of a wife. Bitch broke both my arms.
The Namekian and I are still testy with each other, even after all these years. We're not always at each other's throats, and that's mostly due to Gohan. He's blunt with me, and I with him. His dedication to Gohan is astounding. He's a better father than Kakarott, and he's fiercely protective of Gohan. Sacrificed his life for him, and saved him more times than any of us remember. Once, I showed up at their waterfall in search of a sparring partner when Gohan was still just a kid. He was asleep in Piccolo's lap. The second I landed, the Namekian's lip curled back and he snarled at me. Threatened to kill me. I respect his loyalty, he respects my integrity, and we ignore each other. Works just fine.
The most surreal thing about our group of fighters is that my son from the future was a part of it. I know I acted like I detested him, and sometimes, I really did. But when Cell killed him right in front of me, a part of me snapped. And for a moment, I felt the anguish Gohan felt when he ascended to his second form. It was horrible, like blood red rage. I took off without a thought to avenge my son. And it was in that moment that I became a true Z-Fighter.