Disclaimer: I do not own, or even pretend to own, DB/DBZ/GT. I am making
no money from this story.
This story is the beginning of yet another foray into the most curious relationship on DBZ. Enjoy! And review at your leisure. Cooey
Come what may.
Prologue
'At least the fridge is always full', the saiyan Prince muttered to himself grumpily.
To say that he was pissed would be an understatement. His dissatisfaction seemed to grow with each passing day. His training was intense, never wavered. And for what? All this time and he still hadn't attained his goal. What was he missing? Passion: he had that; ambition : in spades; drive: when hadn't he been a driven person? He had always known which path his life should take. But, now that he thought about it, was he really as much in control as he pretended? Just thinking back to his life with Frieza: he had thought he was in control then, but he had been misinformed. A pawn.
"Grrr . this sort of thinking isn't getting me anywhere"
"Talking to yourself? Must be desperate for company"
"Not desperate enough for yours, woman."
"Oh ho, who's in a bad mood today? Hn, make that every day."
"Woman must you keep babbling. Just shut up and let me eat in peace."
"You won't be eating in peace, I don't think you have 'peace' even when you're alone."
"When I want you're opinion on myself, I'll ask."
"Why bother asking when I'm offering freely?"
"WOMAN.!!!"
"Ok, ok, chill out Vegeta. I'm going."
With that Bulma walked out of the kitchen, taking a glass of drink with her.
Vegeta watched her walk away. She was so weak he could vapourise her without the slightest effort. Did that earn him any respect? No, she just sashayed around him as if he posed her no threat. 'Grr . these humans. No one has the awe they should for the Prince of the Saiyans. Stupid humans - they live or die by my whim.'
This thought made the Saiyan perk up a bit. 'I must never forget who I am. My life is my purpose. My will to be the strongest and defeat all who stand in my way is all I need. Nothing else matters.'
An image of Bulma laughing as she talked on the phone suddenly popped into his mind. Why did he find her so attractive? 'Humph, get back to your training, Vegeta. Don't waste your time thinking about worthless humans.' He left the kitchen and made his way to the Gravity machine.
Reviews welcome!!
This story is the beginning of yet another foray into the most curious relationship on DBZ. Enjoy! And review at your leisure. Cooey
Come what may.
Prologue
'At least the fridge is always full', the saiyan Prince muttered to himself grumpily.
To say that he was pissed would be an understatement. His dissatisfaction seemed to grow with each passing day. His training was intense, never wavered. And for what? All this time and he still hadn't attained his goal. What was he missing? Passion: he had that; ambition : in spades; drive: when hadn't he been a driven person? He had always known which path his life should take. But, now that he thought about it, was he really as much in control as he pretended? Just thinking back to his life with Frieza: he had thought he was in control then, but he had been misinformed. A pawn.
"Grrr . this sort of thinking isn't getting me anywhere"
"Talking to yourself? Must be desperate for company"
"Not desperate enough for yours, woman."
"Oh ho, who's in a bad mood today? Hn, make that every day."
"Woman must you keep babbling. Just shut up and let me eat in peace."
"You won't be eating in peace, I don't think you have 'peace' even when you're alone."
"When I want you're opinion on myself, I'll ask."
"Why bother asking when I'm offering freely?"
"WOMAN.!!!"
"Ok, ok, chill out Vegeta. I'm going."
With that Bulma walked out of the kitchen, taking a glass of drink with her.
Vegeta watched her walk away. She was so weak he could vapourise her without the slightest effort. Did that earn him any respect? No, she just sashayed around him as if he posed her no threat. 'Grr . these humans. No one has the awe they should for the Prince of the Saiyans. Stupid humans - they live or die by my whim.'
This thought made the Saiyan perk up a bit. 'I must never forget who I am. My life is my purpose. My will to be the strongest and defeat all who stand in my way is all I need. Nothing else matters.'
An image of Bulma laughing as she talked on the phone suddenly popped into his mind. Why did he find her so attractive? 'Humph, get back to your training, Vegeta. Don't waste your time thinking about worthless humans.' He left the kitchen and made his way to the Gravity machine.
Reviews welcome!!