At 5 am, an alarm went off without a sound. The internal clock of the older Saiyan roused him from a dreamless sleep, and he dressed silently and entered the gravity room without waking his sleeping mate. At 6, he had already done 100 sit ups and push ups in 150 times Earth's gravity. At 7, he had finished his katas 4 times over, perfecting each one with fluidity like his breathing going in and out. And at 7:15, he stopped, concerned as a flare of an intimate ki, small as it was, and a second, stronger ki raged erratically outside of the room. He disengaged the machine, the loud hum growing dim to a stop and heard a muffled argument. The Prince opened the door an inch to hear the voices of two particularly defiant women. He waited for the moment when he needed to step in.
"I won't do it!" He recognized the voice of the Saiyan girl.
"They are clothes! I know it's hard to believe, but I am not your enemy here. I'm not here to hurt you, poison you, or kill you." The voice of his mate was strong, attempting to reason.
"I will not look like a human."
"Why does that matter? I'm just trying to give you something that's fucking comfortable. Probably vastly more comfortable than the 3 outfits you have right now."
"I don't want them. I'm a Saiyan warrior. I will not look like a filthy human!"
Suddenly, before he could react at the horrendous way his woman was being addressed, he heard the echo of a familiar slap of hand to face. Then silence.
Bulma's ki continued to flare but the other, it receded drastically.
"Listen up, you conceited child, because I don't want to have to repeat myself." He heard his mate spit vehemently. "Your deluded sense of hierarchy does not come first to common decency. You are free to think what you wish to yourself but while here, your venomous attitude stops now. You are made of blood, bone, and organs just like me and I'll admit, you could probably kill me without trying, but I have stood up and held my ground against those far stronger than you. I have shown restraint hoping that you would come around on your own but this is enough. I don't care if you think you are above me. If we were both held underwater, we would both drown. If we were set on fire, we'd both burn. But at least I know, when I die, I will have plenty to mourn me because I have worked to gain the respect and friendship of some of the most powerful people in the universe. Leave your elitist, self centered bitterness right here or take the long hard trip back to that fucking ship. I am Bulma Briefs! No one FUCKING talks to me like that!"
He listened as heavy, angry footfalls went to the house, and a door slammed with a furious crash.
His keen hearing then picked up the labored breathing of a stunned woman.
Walking out and closing the door behind him gently, Vegeta walked over to the dumbfounded Saiyan. He crossed his arms and observed her pained face.
"I see you've now met my mate." He finally said, even tempered. "Girl, I have had a long and interesting life so far. I've come to learn a lot of things from the experiences I've had but there is one thing that was the hardest to learn. How to earn the trust of that woman. And with that trust came an immense responsibility."
His voice dropped to a sinister octave as he got close and near whispered to her. "She is my Queen. And in that regard, she is yours as well. Do not disrespect her. I will always protect her. She may not be able to harm you, but if your pride and insolence occurs again, I will. I will crush your skull between my bare hands and think nothing of it. She is everything and you are not. This will be your only warning. Am I, in any way, unclear?"
"No, Prince Vegeta." She breathed, staring straight ahead.
"Good." He replied in his calm voice. "You will go inside and accept the clothing. Then you will have breakfast with us and you will eat."
He watched her nod slowly, eyes unmoved, noting that the message appeared to have had an effect.
The scent of eggs, bacon, sausage and pancakes wafted around the room in a delicious haze. Riane sat uncomfortably still at the table, a plate laden with food in front of her. She took a fork and proceeded to eat, bothered that the breakfast meal was actually decent.
She looked over at the older Saiyan to her left and heard him clear his throat exaggeratedly. His eyes indicated to Bulma while drinking a glass of water.
She sighed and closed her eyes, relenting.
"Bulma." She said with a coerced tone. "Perhaps I've been a bit harsh… and insensitive. I will consider your offer with the clothing."
"I assume that was your way of an apology. It was pretty weak but I'll take it." The blue haired woman replied while taking a bite of toast.
A tiny voice interrupted the two strong willed women before anything else could happen.
"Who are you?" The younger girl asked with curiosity.
Riane realized just then that this was the first time she was addressed directly by the little half breed. She had, until now, to take every measure possible to avoid the weak thing. Stupid blue hair and eyes like the mother, Riane deduced that her Saiyan blood was polluted with human genes rendering her abilities useless.
The Saiyan glanced over at the younger teal haired child. "Riane. And who might you be, hybrid?"
"Bulla." She giggled into the yellow blanket she clutched in her tiny fists. "Do you like my hair? My mommy put it in pigtails today."
"I didn't realize you were a pig." Riane retorted in moderate confusion. She didn't know why a hairstyle had anything to do with rotund mammals.
The little girl pursed her lips in anger.
"What's a self-serving bitch?" Bulla asked, feigning ignorance.
"Excuse me?" Riane's eyes widened as she dropped her fork.
"That's what daddy called you. What's it mean?"
A loud snort was heard to her left. Her dark eyes found the older Saiyan stifling a laugh through forkfuls of eggs.
"Bulla!" Came Bulma's shocked response. "Now, that's not a nice thing to say to a guest even if it's true."
Riane was at a loss for words. She was fairly new to the world of human swears but she definitely knew that one.
Placing her hands in her lap, the young Saiyan woman wasn't quite sure what just happened but she clenched her fists in anger. She wouldn't admit that she may have just been bested by a toddler while also still feeling the sting of being reprimanded by both the other adults at the table.
The rays of mid morning sunlight filled the dirty space of the hybrid Saiyan's room. Muffled sounds came from Trunks, in only a pair of jeans, who had one hand digging through a pile of unwashed shirts and the other held up to the phone on his ear. On the line, was the loud voice of the other demi Saiyan clearly still upset over the event of the last few days.
"She's still there?!" The shrill voice on the other end was so loud, Trunks had to hold the phone from his ear for a second.
"Yea. She's still here." He confirmed with a smirk.
"Dude, you know she's still trying to break up your family. I think your dad is going soft letting that bitch stay with you guys."
"I guess we'll see. She is a bitch. But she's not horrible. I think my dad is taking a page out of your dad's book. You know, enemies becoming friends."
"My dad has made some pretty questionable decisions in the past. I don't know if he's the best to take advice from." Goten admitted.
"Not my circus, Not my monkeys. Besides, I think there's something to her. I don't know." Trunks trailed off, sniffing a dark grey button down shirt, thinking of a possible friendship with the cold yet cute girl.
"What, are you gonna fuck her?" Trunks could hear the grin in his tone.
"Fuck you." He replied and gave up on finding something to wear for now.
"You're not my type. So how's Juni?" Goten added, changing the subject.
"She's okay. We're fine." He responded dejectedly.
"That sounds convincing. What? She stop blowing you?"
"Ha. No. The sex is good. But there's just nothing else. We've been together for, like, 6 months and she's just.. So vapid. I also think she's just with me for the money." Trunks confessed.
"What girl isn't." Goten teased. Trunks could think of one.
"Do you wanna hang out today?" Goten asked, moving on.
"Not today. I have to study for finals. My engineering one is coming up soon."
"That sucks. Alright, man. Talk to you later."
"Later." Trunks ended the call and fell onto his bed, back against the headboard. He was distracted after opening his book on the Fundamentals of Electrical Engineering and Technology when he heard the familiar chirp on his phone. He glanced at the display noticing a text. Juni.
~Hey baby. Do you want to hang out? Im feeling lonely.
~Not right now. Studying.
He contemplated breaking up with her. She was fun but dumb. It irritated him to no end that after months of dating, she still couldn't hold an semblance of intelligent conversation. He often wondered if the only things that occupied her thoughts were glittered clothing, different hairstyles, and shades of lip gloss.
Dating was easy for the rich, purple haired half Saiyan. He was attractive to most of the opposite sex whether due to his money or physique. However after pursuing so many like Juni, he had realized he had other tastes. He wanted something different. Perhaps a well toned, dark eyed temperamental siren. His mind toyed with the idea of what a kiss with a real Saiyan would be like. His personal physiology and mentality went more in that direction than human anyway. He unbuttoned his jeans with a smirk and thought of the girl downstairs, in tight fitting armor and figured she'd look a lot better naked.