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Vegeta fell onto the tile floor of the gravity chamber. Sweat covered every inch of his aching body. Hunger and exhaustion hit his body in waves. I will be stronger than Kakkarot! I am the Prince of Vegetasei! I have the blood of generations of royalty pumping through my veins! He powered up again and sent ki blasts flying all around the room. Dodging them, Vegeta prepared for the fighter bots to come and pathetically try to challenge him.
Damn! I can feel myself
approaching the borders of being a super Saiyan; I just can't get over them! I
am so close! I will surpass Kakkarot!
Foolish woman, these new
"improved" bots don't last any longer than the others did. It is useless for me
to even toy with them, they bring no challenge. That is earthling technology
for you, though. Pathetic.
Hmmm, 3:30. I have trained for 17
hours straight without food. I think I have earned a feast, considering how
hard I pushed myself today. I will be a Super Saiyan in no time at this rate.
And then Kakkarot and the weak earthlings will realize the full extent of my
powers. I will laugh as they bow down at my feet.
And with that thought, Vegeta smirked and switched the gravity chamber off. Instantly, a gigantic load was lifted off of him and he realized the exactly how hard he had been training. His muscles ached all over, and he could hardly find the strength to move. But being an arrogant Saiyan, he tried to shake it off and walk to the huge house he currently resided in. He reached for the doorknob and found that it was unlocked.
That woman can be such a moron sometimes. Locking the door wouldn't protect her from me, but it would from a pathetic earth weakling. Any earthling could have walked in and………What the hell are you thinking about Vegeta? Why should you care about the woman? I need food and sleep and a good shower. Yes, I am tired and that's why I thought that. Baka woman.
Vegeta walked in and went directly for the kitchen. He couldn't cook very well, about as well as Bulma could. Opening the refrigerator, he took out all the supplies necessary to make about 25 sandwiches. 5 minutes later, Vegeta had his sandwiches stacked nicely on a tray and sat down at the table to eat. Feeling a bit more energized after his meal, he started to make his way toward the stairs.
Damn, my room just has to be on the 3rd floor. I think I shall be lazy and just fly. A Prince doesn't need to waste his time on a couple of flights of stairs. He smirked and started to walk to the stairs. As he was about to lift off, he noticed Bulma's signature blue hair gleaming in the moonlight shining through the window. Vegeta neared her and noticed that she was unconscious. He also noticed the blood around her mouth.
Baka woman! She must have fell
down the stairs! She is such an idiot!
Glancing at her one more time, he scooped her up
into his arms and began to ascend the staircase.
Hmmm, I know how to fix that. This is something she
has deserved for a long time. She has never given me the proper respect a
Saiyan Prince deserves
Then he put Bulma in. This
should really piss her off.
