Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ. It is the property of Mister Akira Toriyama, the mastermind behind the wonderful series.
Note: This begins during the 3-year waiting period for the arrival of the Jinzouningen.
Note 2: Contains my theory of why Goku and the whatnot eat so much
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It Didn't Begin With Love
By Kam Islash
CHAPTER 1: The Saiya-Jin No Ouji
~~765 AD~~
A five foot Tall man sank into a horse stance and roared; his Ki flared and shuddered the steel walls. Beneath ribs like steel a heart beat faster and with much strain. It sounded like a sledge hammer beating on a great boulder. Breathing intensified and sweat ran down his body like great rivers, and some of it flowed into his eyes from his forehead. The Kiaiing became louder and more blood curdling. Veins large as earthworms swelled on the shoulders, arms, and head as the internal pressure increased five fold. Muscles burned as they stretched beyond their limits. Then blood began to accompany the sweat as the tiniest of capillaries burst inside each pore. The mind that belonged to the body prepared itself and concentrated just as it began to max out the power up.
"This is it…one…final…push……I…must…become…a Super Saiya-jin…"
The roaring became greater than a Tyrannosaurus Rex, and the sweat flew everywhere.
"Hey Vegeta! Time for Dinner!" called a voice
Suddenly, Vegeta felt a sensation like flying as he heard a click and a whirr. He shot up and his head slammed into the roof. Down he fell to the floor, and he staggered up. He wiped the sweat from his eyes and let themselves adjust. Some baka, most likely the "Blue Headed Onna" Vegeta thought, had opened the door to the gravity training room and caused the gravity to fail. Sure enough, when his eyes cleared, standing in the doorway, was her. Her blue hair was in the ninth new style since he first saw her on Namek-sei, and her expression, to him, was simply obnoxious. Vegeta stood up and grunted, guzzling a cold Crocjuice. The woman-with-a-type-of underwear-for-a-name, as he often referred to her as in his mind, crossed her eyes and put her fists on her hips.
"well! Someone's a happy little prince today!" she said sarcastically
"Shut up woman. You should be grateful I don't destroy you for disrupting my training!"
"Hey! You should be grateful I didn't just NOT tell you dinner was ready, and simply let you train until you starved to death!"
"Then so be it. I only care about becoming strong enough to destroy those damned robots and defeat Kakkarot!"
"Baka, how can you defeat Goku if you're dead from malnutrition?"
Vegeta growled "Easy! I can--" his blanched "…ah, shut up!"
Vegeta walked towards the Capsule Corporation building and Buruma giggled.
"Buruma, 145; Prince of Two Other People, Zippo." she chuckled as she followed her "arrogant teasing stalk"
Vegeta had been on Planet Earth for little over a year, living at Capsule Corporation. All day he would train, and sometimes he would have a meal or two. One condition Doctor Briefs had for letting Vegeta stay was that he had to pull his weight. Every Thursday his job was taking out the trash…and by taking out I mean he destroyed it with his Ki blasts. Not exactly what the good doctor had in mind, but it worked. Another condition was that Vegeta must let the Doctor study him. He agreed to that grudgingly.
Vegeta usually ate his breakfasts and Lunches alone, but he was obligated to eat dinner with every member of the household at one table. On this particular night, the food was quite good (even by Saiya-jin standards which are pretty high). Buruma did the cooking herself and ended up with pots and pans full of some sort of mushy charcoal by product that smelt of a sulfur mine and would most certainly have tasted even worse. With that event, she ordered a large feast from a catering service. The conversation bored Vegeta rather, as it was about stocks and bonds, but it was soon changed by the Doctor.
"But seriously, you eat as much as Goku does! Is that a Saiya-jin thing?" asked Dr Briefs, who was interested in that race's history and their physiology.
"Indeed it is" said Vegeta after wiping his mouth.
His manners were certainly better at the table than in any other place the Briefs' had seen him in. Buruma noticed it most of all.
"Do tell!" requested Dr Briefs
"Due to the enormous amount of power we Saiya-jin possess, we need massive quantities of nutrients if we are to remain in our best condition."
"Why can he be so polite here," Thought Buruma "but so mean to me everywhere else?"
"Was it large? Vegeta-sei I mean. It would have to be to create that much food for millions of your folk!"
"No, it was not as enormous as you guess. There once on our planet grew a root, similar in taste to your potatoes, that gave us more than the necessary nutrients just by eating a large bowl of them cooked and mashed with lard and herbs. It was as a rule almost enough to make us full."
"It just…irritates me…" she clenched her fists
"Then why do you eat mountains of our food?"
"Our brains are not sent the signals of fullness until the right amount of nutrients have been abs--." Vegeta stopped in the middle of his sentence and gasped "ach…! No…!"
His eyes widened, and his mouth opened wide. It was clear he was in some sort of pain. He fell from his chair and flat on his side. Buruma rushed over to help him up.
"Vegeta!" cried Buruma
Buruma was brushed off by Vegeta's mighty arm
"Away! This is none of your affair!" he snorted
"huh?"
Buruma was perplexed as Vegeta plodded slowly out of the room. Doctor Briefs wore an expression of concern.
"What is wrong with him?" she thought "And why does father make such a face? It is as if he knows something?"
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*The Next Day*
Buruma rubbed her eyes as she entered the kitchen. Her maid-bot had already prepared some coffee for her. It was a very good coffee from Papaya Island; a birthday gift from Kame Sennin. The card may have been dirty, but the gift was sweet enough to make up for it. But she wasn't thinking of where she got her beverage that morning. She was preoccupied with what had happened last night. Vegeta was so mean to her all the time, then he is polite at the table, and then angered by her trying to help.
"These mood swings of his…they enrage me…and yet…I am feeling this…strange thing…"
"Onna!" came a yell from the shower "I require a drying cloth! Get me one …um…." Vegeta forced the next word out with anguish "…please…?"
"yeah, yeah, just a sec" said Buruma
Buruma grudgingly complied with Vegeta's request. Vegeta cracked the door to the washroom open just enough for his head and arm to poke out. Vegeta grabbed the towel, pulled it in and slammed the door shut. Buruma scoffed and headed back to the kitchen.
"I swear, if I wasn't here to get his towels and clean his clothes, he'd just walk around nak--"
At the thought of the word, Buruma's mind was filled with images of Vegeta, with his rippling muscles and his manly body scars, and then she vividly recalled her dream that occurred the night before he returned to Earth. He caressed her hair slowly, and then their lips locked in a passionate kiss that caused a great stirring of heat in her lower belly. Then they lay onto a king sized bed, and--Quickly she shook the images out of her head
"No…I can't be having those kinds of thoughts about...him…can I? A silly dream is one thing, but when I'm awake? I never even had those about Yamucha!"
She had broken up with the ex-bandit a few months earlier because he was flirting with so many other women. Buruma felt he was ungrateful that she had gone into space to bring him back from the clutches of death. Yet even though she was no longer with Yamucha, the thought of being with Vegeta was absurd to her…or was it? After finishing her coffee, Buruma headed to her lab. On route, she heard a terrible scream of pain and a dull thud. As she dashed towards the sound, she noticed her father was supporting a very weak looking Vegeta over his shoulder and heading into the infirmary. Buruma ran as fast as she could, but the door to the infirmary closed fast, and was locked.
"what is going on here??"
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That is it for Chapter 1! Please review
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NEXT TIME: Vegeta is injured while he trains! Buruma tends to his wounds as her feelings for him slowly develop.
But what is this strange condition he is suffering from?