The cocky prince of the saiyajins lay on the bed he had been given in
his quarters. He knew he couldn't stay with that loud mouthed woman in her
house much longer, she was driving him insane! Constantly telling him to
wash up before dinner was served, or telling him to slow down while he ate
his food! Who did she think she was to speak to him in such a way! He was a
prince!
He had been staying with Bulma and her parents for a couple of weeks now, having been offered the shelter by the woman after Kakkarot had killed Frieza on Namek. His blood ran hot at the thought of a mere Earthling defeating Frieza, AND going to the level of Legendary Super Saiyajin before him. A goal he had been training for, for his whole life! It was obscene! How could a lowly saiyajin such as Kakkarot have beaten him.
Closing his eyes her placed a hand on his forehead, his right leg bent slightly, and frowned. She was yelling to him for some odd reason, probably some task he was needed to help with around the house. What would his father think of him? He had been reduced to some lowly house help while he stayed there. "I'm coming woman!" he yelled, as Bulma's voice neared his bedroom door.
"Don't call me woman!" came Bulma's snarling voice from outside the door, as her fist pounded against the wood. It seemed that if she put enough force into the task she would break it down. "Get your lazy ass up and come down here!"
"I said I was coming!" snarled Vegeta throwing himself from the bed and walking to the door. Twisting the knob in his grip he jerked it open and stare angrily at the aqua haired woman that seemed insistent on pestering him. "What the hell do you want?" He growled, his eyes narrowed menacingly.
"You were just complaining yesterday that you wanted to move out, so we've found you a place to stay!" said Bulma angrily. "Goku needs someone to watch his house while he, Krillen, and Gohan go train for the next two years!"
That was right. Goku, his bald friend, and his whiny brat of a son were going to train for the coming of the androids in two years. That annoying purple haired brat that had also reached the capacity of Super Saiyajin had warned them, having also given Goku some medicine. "What about his loud mouthed bitch?" Vegeta asked rubbing his hands through his pointed hair.
"She's going to stay with the Ox King!" said Bulma her eyes flaring angrily. "She's NOT a bitch! Now since you want out so badly why don't you go and stay at Goku's place until you can get your own house!"
"Or until I get off this damned planet!" yelled Vegeta. "Fine, I'll go!" He then slammed the door on her, and walked to the dresser full of the clothes he had accumulated over the past two weeks. Human clothing, but still comfortable. Packing the contents into a duffel bag he found in a closet he looked to his neatly made bed and frowned. He had learned to cook minor meals in the last two weeks, from watching Bulma's mother, and the woman had even taught him how to make his bed, something that embarrassed him, now that he thought about it. Human children could make their own bed, but he, a prince, couldn't do it. She had promised not to tell.
Grabbing the bag he walked from his room, not once turning his head back for a last glance. Slamming the door he head down the hall, bumping into Bulma's mother. "Oh Vegeta! I just heard the news! Its so nice of you to watch over Goku's house while he's away, I knew you were a nice guy!"
"Whatever." The prince grunted trying to get by her.
"I've made you some oddities to take with you, so you don't go hungry! You're a growing man you know." The woman said brightly, stopping him from his passage. "Its on the kitchen table, and I know how much you like to train, so I talked to my husband and he said he'd make you a training capsule!" she then walked off down the hall, giving him a wave.
Vegeta eyed her darkly, making himself a quick note to avoid her at all costs after he moved out of the house. He then jumped down the stairs like an exited child heading to the park, and walked to the kitchen to grab the parcel she had mentioned. Staring at the large box he wrinkled his nose. What'd she think, he was going to starve himself or something? Peeking in he found a couple of DinoCaps, and some dishes full of food. Smirking he placed the bag over his shoulder and picked the box up in his hands. His mental note to avoid her slowly faded into the back of his mind, perhaps he'd come visit her to get a bite to eat every once in a while.
Turning around he made his way to the front door, where Bulma stopped him in his tracks. "You had better not trash Goku's house while he's away! I'll be checking in on time to time to make sure you don't screw anything up!" she snapped, her hands on her hips. He wasn't paying attention to her though, although he was watching her lips move. When she had finally finished lecturing him he pushed past her, and head out the door.
"VEGETA!" yelled Bulma angrily as she hit the floor. He didn't even bother grunting a sorry to her as he shot off into the sky, in the direction of Goku's place. He knew where it was, he'd been there a couple of times before to do some kind of errand for Bulma or her father. Upon landing in the yard he saw Chi Chi loading some of her things into a small car, where a rather large man sat in the driver's seat.
"Hello Vegeta." She said coldly as Goku came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and laying his chin on her shoulder.
"Hey Vegeta! Its great of you to take care of our place while we're away!" said Goku brightly.
"Humph.." Vegeta grunted. "The only reason I'm doing this is because I want to get away from the annoying wench Bulma."
"I don't blame you." muttered Gohan coming out from behind him, holding a duffel bag over his shoulder.
Vegeta slightly cringed at the site of the boy, wearing some kind of school type uniform. It was a complete change from the clothes he had worn on Namek. He had to fight not to laugh... "Now Gohan, you be good for your father!" said Chi Chi holding Gohan's shoulders.
"Mo-om!" whined Gohan, and Vegeta became oblivious to the rest of the conversation, looking to the small house he was about to live in for the next two years. If that.. He may find his own place to stay in after a while, or he could even bribe Dr. Briefs into making him some kind of space shuttle to travel to some other planet with.
"Well, goodbye Vegeta, and good luck!" said Goku as he and Gohan shot off into the air.
"I swear if you do a single thing to my house when your gone you'll wish you were in hell when I get through with you!" yelled Chi Chi grabbing his shirt collar. "Because I worked hard to get it the way it is, spotless! You can stay in a guest room, or mine and Goku's room, but I mean it, if you ruin anything."
"Chi Chi!" came the Ox King's voice from the car. "Leave the man alone, we've got to get going." Giving Vegeta a dark glare Chi Chi jumped into the seat next to her father, and never gave a glance back as they sped off down the road.
He had been staying with Bulma and her parents for a couple of weeks now, having been offered the shelter by the woman after Kakkarot had killed Frieza on Namek. His blood ran hot at the thought of a mere Earthling defeating Frieza, AND going to the level of Legendary Super Saiyajin before him. A goal he had been training for, for his whole life! It was obscene! How could a lowly saiyajin such as Kakkarot have beaten him.
Closing his eyes her placed a hand on his forehead, his right leg bent slightly, and frowned. She was yelling to him for some odd reason, probably some task he was needed to help with around the house. What would his father think of him? He had been reduced to some lowly house help while he stayed there. "I'm coming woman!" he yelled, as Bulma's voice neared his bedroom door.
"Don't call me woman!" came Bulma's snarling voice from outside the door, as her fist pounded against the wood. It seemed that if she put enough force into the task she would break it down. "Get your lazy ass up and come down here!"
"I said I was coming!" snarled Vegeta throwing himself from the bed and walking to the door. Twisting the knob in his grip he jerked it open and stare angrily at the aqua haired woman that seemed insistent on pestering him. "What the hell do you want?" He growled, his eyes narrowed menacingly.
"You were just complaining yesterday that you wanted to move out, so we've found you a place to stay!" said Bulma angrily. "Goku needs someone to watch his house while he, Krillen, and Gohan go train for the next two years!"
That was right. Goku, his bald friend, and his whiny brat of a son were going to train for the coming of the androids in two years. That annoying purple haired brat that had also reached the capacity of Super Saiyajin had warned them, having also given Goku some medicine. "What about his loud mouthed bitch?" Vegeta asked rubbing his hands through his pointed hair.
"She's going to stay with the Ox King!" said Bulma her eyes flaring angrily. "She's NOT a bitch! Now since you want out so badly why don't you go and stay at Goku's place until you can get your own house!"
"Or until I get off this damned planet!" yelled Vegeta. "Fine, I'll go!" He then slammed the door on her, and walked to the dresser full of the clothes he had accumulated over the past two weeks. Human clothing, but still comfortable. Packing the contents into a duffel bag he found in a closet he looked to his neatly made bed and frowned. He had learned to cook minor meals in the last two weeks, from watching Bulma's mother, and the woman had even taught him how to make his bed, something that embarrassed him, now that he thought about it. Human children could make their own bed, but he, a prince, couldn't do it. She had promised not to tell.
Grabbing the bag he walked from his room, not once turning his head back for a last glance. Slamming the door he head down the hall, bumping into Bulma's mother. "Oh Vegeta! I just heard the news! Its so nice of you to watch over Goku's house while he's away, I knew you were a nice guy!"
"Whatever." The prince grunted trying to get by her.
"I've made you some oddities to take with you, so you don't go hungry! You're a growing man you know." The woman said brightly, stopping him from his passage. "Its on the kitchen table, and I know how much you like to train, so I talked to my husband and he said he'd make you a training capsule!" she then walked off down the hall, giving him a wave.
Vegeta eyed her darkly, making himself a quick note to avoid her at all costs after he moved out of the house. He then jumped down the stairs like an exited child heading to the park, and walked to the kitchen to grab the parcel she had mentioned. Staring at the large box he wrinkled his nose. What'd she think, he was going to starve himself or something? Peeking in he found a couple of DinoCaps, and some dishes full of food. Smirking he placed the bag over his shoulder and picked the box up in his hands. His mental note to avoid her slowly faded into the back of his mind, perhaps he'd come visit her to get a bite to eat every once in a while.
Turning around he made his way to the front door, where Bulma stopped him in his tracks. "You had better not trash Goku's house while he's away! I'll be checking in on time to time to make sure you don't screw anything up!" she snapped, her hands on her hips. He wasn't paying attention to her though, although he was watching her lips move. When she had finally finished lecturing him he pushed past her, and head out the door.
"VEGETA!" yelled Bulma angrily as she hit the floor. He didn't even bother grunting a sorry to her as he shot off into the sky, in the direction of Goku's place. He knew where it was, he'd been there a couple of times before to do some kind of errand for Bulma or her father. Upon landing in the yard he saw Chi Chi loading some of her things into a small car, where a rather large man sat in the driver's seat.
"Hello Vegeta." She said coldly as Goku came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and laying his chin on her shoulder.
"Hey Vegeta! Its great of you to take care of our place while we're away!" said Goku brightly.
"Humph.." Vegeta grunted. "The only reason I'm doing this is because I want to get away from the annoying wench Bulma."
"I don't blame you." muttered Gohan coming out from behind him, holding a duffel bag over his shoulder.
Vegeta slightly cringed at the site of the boy, wearing some kind of school type uniform. It was a complete change from the clothes he had worn on Namek. He had to fight not to laugh... "Now Gohan, you be good for your father!" said Chi Chi holding Gohan's shoulders.
"Mo-om!" whined Gohan, and Vegeta became oblivious to the rest of the conversation, looking to the small house he was about to live in for the next two years. If that.. He may find his own place to stay in after a while, or he could even bribe Dr. Briefs into making him some kind of space shuttle to travel to some other planet with.
"Well, goodbye Vegeta, and good luck!" said Goku as he and Gohan shot off into the air.
"I swear if you do a single thing to my house when your gone you'll wish you were in hell when I get through with you!" yelled Chi Chi grabbing his shirt collar. "Because I worked hard to get it the way it is, spotless! You can stay in a guest room, or mine and Goku's room, but I mean it, if you ruin anything."
"Chi Chi!" came the Ox King's voice from the car. "Leave the man alone, we've got to get going." Giving Vegeta a dark glare Chi Chi jumped into the seat next to her father, and never gave a glance back as they sped off down the road.