Vegeta, the Prince of all Saiyans, slumped up against the tree, soaking in the warmth of the Earth's sun. It wasn't quite the same as his home planet's star, but if this were to be his new home, for now, it would have to do. Or at least it would have been good if not for that woman's voice penetrating his skull.
He glanced over at the throng. They all knew what he had done back on Namek. An entire village fell by his hand and they had not been revived. The ones that had been brought back from the dead shot glares in his direction. Yeah, like they could ever lay a single finger on me. They should count themselves lucky that they were killed by Frieza's men and not me. Though, killing someone twice is a fucking delicious notion… perhaps immortality will have to take a back seat. I could murder Kakarot again and again and again...
His bloodlust quickly faded as the earth woman sauntered over. What was her name again…? Bul-something? It doesn't matter. How could she be so confident? She knows who I am and what I've done.
"Hey, Vegeta," she said with both hands on her hips, "looks like you're stuck here on Earth."
Vegeta scoffed. "Stuck? More like can't be bothered leaving. Because I could if I wanted to. You couldn't stop me."
The blue-haired woman stepped in closer, her nostrils flaring. "And why would I want to stop you?"
The warrior averted his gaze and shrugged. He wasn't in the mood to argue with anyone.
"What I'm trying to say, my Prince," she said with a roll of her eyes, "is that Capsule Corp has plenty of room, and since you did help Goku-"
"Kakarot," he spat.
Her eyes narrowed. "Help Goku defeat Frieza, then maybe you deserve a little thanks. Plus, that Saiyan stench is something else. I always thought Goku smelled weird growing up, but it seems you spaceboys have a very recognisable scent."
A sly grin slathered his face. "Hmph, probably all the testosterone coursing through my body."
Bulma put a hand over her mouth as she chuckled. "Oh Vegeta, you really think you can impress me with your manliness?"
He glared pure Saiyan hate at her. The thought of being with her was… strangely not turning him off. She was rather pretty by human standards and she seemed to be the most talented and intelligent creature on this rock. And if she can wear that awful yellow jacket, orange boots, pull it off, and still look attractive then… it only made him wonder what she looked like without those terrible rags on. He shook his head to clear his mind. "Impress you? Don't make me laugh."
She stepped up right to him and pressed a finger to his chest, right in the hole where Frieza had blasted him. "I'm offering you a place to sleep and a place to clean the filth off and you're talking back to me?"
He pushed off the tree he was leaning against and it pushed her back to. She stumbled but quickly regained her footing. "You're the one bantering!"
She withdrew her finger and crossed her arms. "Vegeta-"
"Bulma, are you okay?"
They both glanced down at the timid bowl-cut boy with his fists clenched at his sides. Kakarot's crotch goblin, Vegeta's eye twitched in anger, even he stood up to Frieza at one point.
"Fuck off, kid," he growled, "adults are talking."
"Whoa, that's no way to talk to a child, Vegeta," Krillin said as he appeared beside Gohan, the sun reflecting off his smooth head.
"I'm the Prince of Saiyans, I can talk how I want to whomever I want."
Krillin slunk back at the rage of the Saiyan. "Still, man, not cool…"
"It's fine, Krillin," Gohan said with a sigh. "After the horrors we experienced on Namek, I don't think anything will faze me..."
A low hum filled the air and Bulma turned to the sky, shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand. "Oh, that sounds like dad!"
Sure enough, a massive ship with the Capsule Corp logo landed in the forest clearing and the cargo door opened with a crash, shaking the earth.
"Looks like it might be crowded in there," Krillin said as he turned to the boy, "Come on, Gohan, let's fly home together."
Gohan smiled. "Thanks, Krillin! Bye Bulma, Bye Mr. Piccolo!" Their ki ignited and they blasted off into the sky.
"Are you coming, Piccolo?" Bulma said as she directed the Namekian's onto the ship. "There's plenty of room. And I'm sure you'd just love to spend time with your long-lost race of people."
"Nah, I'm good." And like the other two, he was gone into the skies in a flash.
Bulma turned to Vegeta. "Well, climb aboard, Princeman."
Vegeta sneered. "Fine. But only because I can't be fucked flying." Truth was he was exhausted. Namek was not a good time. But on the upside, he did increase his power a lot. It wouldn't be long before he himself unlocked the power to become a Super Saiyan.
She gave his shoulder a gentle slap. "Whatever you say." Then she went up through the cargo bay and into the cockpit with her father. Vegeta was left with the glaring and hateful Namekians. He crossed his arms and leaned up against the side next to the closing door, a smirk crossing his lips.