Angry, furious even. Vegeta the prince of all Saiyans and he is the only one who had not yet been elevated to legendary status. He had one goal, and that was to defeat the man who had made a fool of him. But even during his grueling training, the prince wonders, what pushes someone to become a Super Saiyan?
Bulma doesn't know what to do with the on off relationship she has with Yamcha, when she catches him with another woman she has to work out her anger. A certain Saiyan challenges her in more ways than one.
Chapter 1
Bulma let the lipstick slide over her lips. Another round in front of the mirror, she looked like an elegant lady. Her red dress had an open back and her black heeled shoes made her legs look endless. "How do I look honey?" Her boyfriend looked up from his phone "you are the prettiest girl at the gala sweetheart". Yamcha stood up and teasingly slapped Bulma on the buttocks "hey!" cried Bulma angrily.
Insulted, she looked at her boyfriend "I'm not a cow doing something good". Yamcha laughed sheepishly "oh come on, it was just a little slap". Bulma grabbed her purse and together they walked out into the hallway. Bulma`s heels echoed through the building. The beautiful woman came to stand posing in the doorway of the kitchen "how do I look mother?"
Panchy looked up from a pan of soup and brought her hand to her cheek "Oh honey, you're beautiful. Bulma turned around on one leg. A growl came from the dining table "was all the fabric sold out or something?" Bulma looked offended at the arrogant Saiyan prince. "Hey buddy, you insult my girl though yes" Yamcha scowled, this didn't seem to impress the warrior. Vegeta grinned "No, I was talking about the fabric, not your female human"
Vegeta got up and walked past the blue-haired woman, not looking at her. Yamcha wanted to stay standing but stepped aside anyway when the Saiyan looked at him with a strict look. "I still get Goosebumps from that guy" shivered Yamcha. Bulma put on a smile "don't be like that Yamcha, he just doesn't know any better".
Bulma grabbed her boyfriend's arm "mom you don't have to stay up, and the door can be locked because I'm sleeping at Yamcha's tonight, he lives closer to the gala party room!." Panchy waved goodbye to her daughter and continued in the kitchen. Bulma and Yamcha stepped out the door and Bulma whistled for a Taxi. Her boyfriend tried to be comical "you don't have to whistle, every car was stopped for you". Bulma gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
Meanwhile, Vegeta walked to the ship that contained the gravity machine. Then suddenly he heard a high-pitched whistle, it was that blue-haired woman and the loser. They got into a yellow transport vessel. How some people could waste their lives like that, he didn't understand. With his hands in his pockets, Vegeta walked on. When he arrived Dr. Briefs came out "Ah Vegeta, you can't set it to maximum tonight I'm still working on the upgrade". Vegeta heard the man but chose to ignore him.
Only with his thoughts did Vegeta set gravity. He felt the pressure come down on his body like a collapsed tsunami wave. Just a moment of complete peace. Slowly, he walked to the center of the room and slammed a fist forward. "I am Vegeta, prince or all Saiyans and I am determined to become Super Saiyan. I refuse to come second, even third. For my name is Vegeta". Fists flew forward at a high speed. Getting stronger was the only goal.
Arriving at the party, all eyes were on the beautiful Bulma. She felt like a princess. This gala was to raise money for schools in poor areas. In her purse she had a number of Capsules with beautiful objects to be auctioned. "I'm just dropping these off, will you grab us some drinks dear?" Bulma walked up to the organizer of the party, a stately older man.
The man put a big smile on his face "oh how beautiful you look, now if we auctioned you off". Bulma began to giggle. "But I have wonderful other objects here in obviously handy capsules". The man took them "I don't suppose you are alone Ms. Briefs". The blue haired woman looked around "no I am with my boyfriend but I don't see him for the moment". The man waved briefly "he can never be gone for long, but most men are always hanging out at the bar". The organizer almost danced away, Bulma just thought it was a funny sight.
Gracefully Bulma walked through the visitors to the gala. Where was Yamcha anyway? He wasn't at the bar, strange! A fellow inventor came to stand proudly beside her "Bulma, good to see you." Bulma`s eyes slid over a slick beautiful man with a Italian appearance. His sultry voice always seemed to sing. "Manno, good to see you too tonight."
He ran a finger down Bulma's arm "where's your boyfriend?" laughed Manno. Quickly Bulma pulled her arm away "I'm going to look for him now, I'm sure he is around somewhere". Quickly Bulma walked away, for a moment she waved the heat away from her face. Maybe he went to the bathroom? But that's not where Yamcha was. She tried calling him, no answer. Bulma felt herself getting angry. Where was that man now?
On her way back to the hall, Bulma walked past the checkroom. Soft giggles and moans came from behind the coats. A very familiar voice was heard whispering sssst. He couldn't do this, he wouldn't do this to her. With large steps Bulma walked towards the sound, ready for the fight. And there indeed stood her boyfriend, with the wardrobe lady. Bulma was so angry she couldn't make a sound, she turned around and stormed out of the building. No one was allowed to see her cry but once the cold outside air filled her lungs and the crowds of people were gone tears drifted down her cheeks without control.
With solid steps Bulma walked home, hoping her parents hadn't locked the house yet. She called once, but every time she wanted to call, her phone rang, the dirty cheater. Yamcha kept calling, texting and begging. Bulma stepped into an unfamiliar street, she figured he will probably go looking for her, she stayed in the shadows of small alleys. She'd rather face a scoundrel than her ex.
And if things couldn't get any worse, a blanket of rain swept over the city. Bulma`s hair sagged, her makeup ran. Angrily, she let out a scream. Hearing her name from afar, Bulma pushed herself into an alley, Yamcha flying by. Bulma`s heart was broken, she was so furious but she had no desire to face her ex. She wanted to go home and take a bath with a bottle of whiskey. Drowning her sorrows.
Vegeta had finished training, when he looked outside he saw the rain falling. Bitterly he growled, rain was not his favorite. Opening the door to his training room he walked out with his hands in his pockets. Suddenly he picked up a familiar ki, but now higher than normal. Looking at the gate of the compound he saw the blue haired woman, rain soaked and furious. Vegeta made a wild guess that the evening had not gone as planned.
The prince watched as Bulma yanked on the door, but it was locked. She screamed desperately. Behind her the suck-up landed, Bulma turned around. "Fuck off jerk, stay away from me." Vegeta couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. He took a few steps closer anyway; an instinct in him didn't want that loser to be here.
The Saiyan warrior looked at the woman at the door. He had never seen her so fierce, her bright blue eyes were as sharp as diamonds. Her ki called to him. She staggered on one leg and pulling out a shoe, she threw it at the loser. The other shoe followed as well. It was a good thing she wasn't a warrior, the poor guy would have been dead. But he still didn't seem to get it, he wasn't welcome. Why did this human keep trying? His whining irritated Vegeta.
When another pleading serenade began Vegeta was fed up and came to stand behind Yamcha. "I believe the woman was clear, fuck off. Yamcha turned and looked into the cold eyes of the Saiyan prince. "Vegeta don't interfere, this is between my girlfriend and me" Yamcha tried to sound brave, but his voice was shaking. "Girlfriend? I'm not your girlfriend you filthy cheater" Bulma was shaking with anger.
Vegeta grabbed Yamcha by the arm "the choice is yours. Do you want to see the good prince or the bad prince". The Saiyan had a mischievous grin on his face. Yamcha was terrified and pulled his arm away. While he ran off he shouted "I'll call you tomorrow Bulma". The woman came to stand next to Vegeta "hell no, you stay out of my life".
Bulma looked furiously at the gate, then her gaze crossed with that of Vegeta. He got an amused expression on his face "I don't need to ask how your evening was, right?" Bulma made a scream and hit Vegeta`s chest with a fist. He grabbed her wrist and looked at her while his body could move forward a little. "Come woman, you can hit harder than that". And Bulma hit again, and again and again.
After a few good punches she shook her head "I can't do this, I want a hot bath and to go to bed. But" Bulma couldn't finish her sentence. The Saiyan prince walked to the door, and took a key out of a plant pot. In surprise Bulma stared at the door. Quickly she ran inside when she also heard thunder in the background.
Once inside, the two walked side by side towards the bedrooms. Bulma stopped "Vegeta, for whatever it's worth I wanted to thank you". The Saiyan prince said nothing, he observed the woman in front of him and turned around. Vegeta walked away to his own room. Bulma pushed her room open, her ruined dress fell on the floor. She grabbed a bottle of wine and walked through to the bathroom where a bath tub filled up with warm water.
The Saiyan Prince lay on his bed, hands under his head. Groaning from the machine that couldn't work at one hundred percent but what bothered him more was the woman he lived with. Her ki, she was weak but it called to him. The anger in her eyes was electrifying and that inner strength was felt to the bone. Vegeta had no idea what that asshole had done, he shouldn't have done it.