Saiyan Customs

Chapter 2

Super Girl

AN: Still I no own the DBZ. Thank you for the reviews. I will be doing edits later on chapters. I really needed the comments it was encouraging and motivating.

The next day after resting Vegeta was going to learn about the function of the space pod. To be more exact the gravity function. Vegeta had cleaned clothes, as 'his' woman promised. He decided to wear his armor once cleaned, especially since her father was allowing him to train. This re-implemented the thought of him being accepted by her parents, and mostly her father. Her mother as well was very nice and invited him to join her for breakfast since the Nameks did not consume food, he proudly cleared the table of delights.

There he stood in a duplicate Pod the 3rd class traveled in. "Now Son, here is the emergency stop button." The elderly man said. Vegeta's eyes widen at being called 'Son'. Vegeta was even surer that the earthlings were more similar to the Saiyans. After all the two species could produce heirs. The wheels in Vegeta's head were spinning. 'Yes of course… minus the lack of strength these weaklings must be decedents of abandoned Saiyan children.' To Vegeta this made sense. After all the Saiyans were space travelers for thousands of years, and they would send their weaker children to different planets. It made sense to him especially with the fact Kakarotto had a child. That was a miracle in itself…

"What do you think, Son?" the older gentleman asked Vegeta. Vegeta smirked. "This will do just fine." He said smirking. Everything was going for Vegeta on this planet, he would finally have everything he had been denied for the last twenty-five years. "Good to hear Vegeta, my daughter explained to my wife and I the thing you did on Namek, joining sides with us. I know if may have been hard for you to rebelled against your former master. I don't know what I could ever do to thank you." The man took out a cigarette out of his pack and placed one in his mouth and lit it.

"Bulma, is my youngest." The man explained to Vegeta. "Bulma has always wanted to be like her older sister Tights. Tights was an adventure and seemed to attract trouble." The man laughed taking the cigarette out of his mouth puffing smoke. "Bulma, she's always been involved in Capsule Corp. Tights, has had her writing career, sounds selfish, but Bulma has been raised to take over for me since Tights has no interest in the company." Vegeta nodded understanding that Bulma had importance as his heir.

"Bunny, my wife seems impressed with you as well." The man took another drag of his cigarette. "You might be careful Son, I think you are fitting right in with the family." He laughed puffing. "I think a space pod for training is a small thank you from us." Vegeta smirked crossing his arms. He had both the woman's parents in his corner. "Yes, I will protect your daughter. On my honor as the Prince of Saiyans." The man smiled and patted the Warrior Prince on the back.

Later that day after training for a few hours it was time for lunch. Vegeta re-called the female's mother invited him to eat lunch with the family. After learning the planet's time concept he decided to join them for food. The Saiyan had left his capsule and had to walk around the Nameks who gave him death glares. The glares only made Vegeta smirk some. 'Stupid Asexual slugs'. He thought smirking as he entered the largest building.

Vegeta went to the Elevator and pressed the number one to the elder Briefs apartment floor. With a Ding he was on their living room like he had been for breakfast. "Oh Hi Sweetheart!" called Mrs. Briefs- the mother. "There is our hero!" she chimed walking over to him. He had noticed that the older daughter called Tights was there sitting at the table next to the elderly man, the women's father. He had noticed the Blue haired woman wasn't there yet. "Where is the woman?" he asked looking around he couldn't sense her energy or Ki.

"Sis, she's picking up lunch. Since you are not form here, Bulma suggested to get some food of the 'World' for you to try to see what you like." Tights said smiling. Vegeta nodded taking a seat next to the empty one, where Bulma would seat. Tights was looking him over, Vegeta had noticed she looked like Bulma minus the coloring was of their mother's and had the father's eyes. "So…you are a Saiyan." Tights asked eyeing the man, snorting some.

Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "I am the Prince of them." Tights nodded. "I know of Saiyans. My friend is a Galactic Patrolman." She said sipping water. "I also know Goku is one, so I am assuming the reputation of being blood thirsty, rapist and evil is just a rumor?" Vegeta's eyes widen some. 'There it is-the cock-blocker.' He thought. Bulma's parents both looked at Tights with complex looks.

"Tights, you know that his race was in-slaved by Freeza…" said Dr. Briefs. Vegeta took a deep breath shaking his head. Tights eyed Vegeta causing his eyebrow to raise. "Vegeta, forgive her; her friend Jaco seems to not like Saiyans." Mrs. Briefs said gently patting his shoulder who was sitting on the other side of him. Vegeta was getting upset. What she had said was true minus the rape part, but he was not going to be sabotaged. At that moment the elevator dinged and Bulma emerged with boxes of Pizzas. "So are you a Blood-Thirsty Savage? Or just a rapist?" Tights asked loudly without fear daring him- she had planned asking him that. 'Alight she has crossed a fucking line, Saiyans do not rape!' he thought angrily. 'How dare she?'

Vegeta stood from his chair causing it to squeak and scratch the tiles and looked at Tights. "I am no Rapist! That would be dishonorable!" he hollered at her. "Yes, I was forced to do things. I was taken from my family's safety and my planets. I lost my planet and remained a slave. Beaten, tortured and no matter what I did, was never enough for my people!" Bulma stood there holding pizzas caught in a moment between her sister and Vegeta glaring at each other- Bulma's eye wide in shock. Dr. Briefs was glaring at Tights, Mrs. Briefs looked on edge of tears and Tights was giving Vegeta a glare. Tight's prejudices of the Saiyans were clear.

"I'm done!' Vegeta yelled turning only to stop from running into Bulma. Bulma knew of what he had gone through from Gohan. Hearing him say it out loud was something else, Tights crossed a line. Vegeta opened his mouth to say something to Bulma, but then proceed to the Elevator, cancelling this engagement with her family. "Where are you going?" Bulma said loudly stopping him. Vegeta turned to the woman who held dozens of boxes barely. "Help me with this." Bulma said. Vegeta eyed her. "I got Pizza for you, and I don't care what Tights said. I apologize for her." Bulma said Vegeta looked into her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Take these." Bulma said moving her eyes to the boxes signaling Vegeta to take the stack from her. Vegeta took the boxes and Bulma shock her hands freeing them from the warm boxes. "Vegeta sit them on Mom's counter there. I need to talk to my sister in private." Vegeta did as the woman request. Tights walked to the Balcony as well Bulma fallowed.

"Vegeta, Tights… she hold grudges. She shouldn't have said that to you." Mrs. Briefs said patting his back some. "Don't worry son… Tights is just trying to see what you will do." The older man said nodding. "I don't know about you Vegeta, but I could use an afternoon delight to deal with the tension." Vegeta watched the man stand up and go over to a set of bottles. "Vegeta, would you like a beer or cocktail?" Mrs. Briefs asked. "I need one" the doctor replied looking out the window at his daughters.

Meanwhile outside…

Tights was leaning on her parent's balcony looking at the Nameks below. "I don't get it Bulma." She said sternly. "Tights, he has not harmed anyone here. When he was on Earth before, he didn't kill anyone, but the other Saiyan." Bulma said re-stating what Goku told her. Tights was rigged with anger. "Bulma- in case you forgot Yamcha is dead." Bulma lowered her gaze to the floor.

"I know." Bulma replied. "And every time you remind me, I remember what happened between the two of you." Bulma said. Tights looked up mad about that. "Bulma- that was two years ago." Bulma sighed some and leaned on the railing looking at the Nameks. "I know, we moved past that- I am looking out for you." Tights said. "I really am. I don't trust him." She added in. Bulma nodded understanding. "I didn't trust you for a long time Tights either. If I can forgive you and Yamcha, why can't we forgive him of his past? Goku has?" Bulma turned and re-entered their parent's dining area.

"It's not the same Sis." Tights said out loud to herself. Tights looked in the room from the glass doors watching Vegeta look at Bulma with intensity. "I will have to do what I can to get rid of him." Tights knew she would have to do something to get rid of the alien.