Chapter 6: Preparations!

Vegeta stepped out of the shower, and pulled his clothes on that Bulma had laid out for him on. He was still tired, but that was the after math of the hibernation stage. I can't believe that I only slept for two days instead of a month. He thought himself. He would have to ask Bulma about it later if he wanted to know why. She would figure it out, if she hasn't already. After all, she was the genius, not him. Sure he was one of the smartest beings around, but Bulma could crack any code, build any machine, and do other things that Vegeta would never be able to comprehend. Sometimes when he helped her in the lab, she would tell him to type what she says, and after the first few lines he would be lost.

            He walked into the bedroom, and opened the shades. It was too dark in the room. Vegeta liked the light. He had spent two many years in the dark.

            He walked out of the bedroom and started down the hall. He had looked at the clock before he left the bedroom, and it was 5:47. He hadn't woken up this early in awhile. He chose to stay with Bulma, because she liked to wake up in his arms and not an empty bed. The first few years had been rough between the two. He sighed. They were defiantly not a fairy tale couple.

            He reached Trunk's room and looked in to make sure he was safe and well. Nobody knew it but he did it every morning. He was always afraid that some past enemy would come to his home and try to hurt his son to get back at him for whatever he did. Sometimes he thought that Frieza was near. He could feel him lurking about in his mind. Frieza was never truly gone, and it terrified him. Sure, he was much stronger then Frieza now, but that didn't mean that Frieza couldn't haunt him.

            He stuck his head in the room, and chuckled when he saw that Trunks was on the floor, the covers on the other side of the bed. There was a puddle of drool on the floor where it had seeped from his mouth. He walked into the room, and bent down, scooping his precious son up from the floor, and placing him in the center of the bed. He picked the covers up from the floor and wrapped them around him securely. He placed his hand on his forehead and brushed the hair out of his face. While staring at his face, he realized just how much his son looked like him. He wondered if his own Father ever stared at him while he was sleeping. Was he the one who had carried him from the training arena when he collapsed and fell asleep from fatigue? Or was it Nappa? Had his Father ever cared? He sighed, and looked at his son, repeating the promise to himself that he repeated to himself every day he looked at his son. Nothing would ever hurt him. Nobody would ever take him and torture him like he was tormented. He would destroy anything that tried to take away the innocence that Trunks and Goten shared. He would give his life for both of the boys. Goten was like his second son, although he would never admit it.

            He removed his hand from his son's forehead and walked out the door, turning the lamp off. He got lost in his thoughts while walking to the kitchen. 'Why is it that I am here? Why am I not ruling my Planet? Why am I stuck on this backwater planet, with weaklings and their soft hearts? I am the Saiyan-jin no Ouji. Prince of Planet Vegeta! My Planet should never have been destroyed, and I should have been ruling it, with my Saiyan-jin mate and full blooded heir to the throne.' Vegeta knew that he was lying to himself. He wouldn't have any other mate then Bulma. He desired no other. Bulma was his, and always would be. Trunks was his son, and he was proud of him, even if he was a half-breed. He could almost hear his Father's words if he ever knew that he had mated outside his race and fathered a half-breed. 'You have tainted the blood of our race. We were pure blooded, and you have destroyed that with weakling blood. You are a disgrace to our people and you will never be King.' Vegeta snorted. 'Fuck you old man.' Vegeta thought to himself.

            Before he knew it, Vegeta was in the kitchen and he put his thoughts on hold for now. He saw his mate bending down into the fridge trying to figure out what to make him for an early breakfast. He smirked when he saw her behind sticking into the air. He sat down at the table silently, and watched her. Bulma still was looking for something to try and cook when Vegeta decided to speak up and let her know what he wanted. "I want pancakes," he said simply, making Bulma jump and almost hit her head on the door.

            Bulma turned around, and walked over to Vegeta and whacked him over the head with he hand. "Vegeta! How many times have I told you not to scare me like that?!"

            Vegeta smirked, and did not answer. She hated when he did that. But to his disappointment she sighed and walked behind him, and started to massage his shoulders.

            "Are you feeling and better?" she asked worriedly.

            Vegeta closed his eyes, and nodded, not trusting his voice to speak. The hot shower had loosened up his muscles, but Bulma's hands were much nicer.

            "Vegeta, can you do me a favor?" Bulma whispered in his ear. When he nodded a yes, she continued, "Now, this is only if your feeling up to it, I don't want you to---"

            "Woman I'm fine! Stop babying me!" Vegeta snapped.

            "Okay fine. I want you to go to the grocery store and write a list of everything you want for the trip to Vegeta-sei. When you're done, bring it back here, so I can figure out how much we need of everything. This way I can feed you guys with the right amount of food, since you and the others eat so damn much."

            Vegeta twitched when she mentioned the grocery store. He hated that place. So noisy and it took too damn long to pay for things! But, Vegeta agreed it was for a very good cause. "Fine, I'll go."

            "Oh yeah. Another thing. You can't fly there." She said evilly.

            "What! Why not?!" Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. Bulma was still rubbing his shoulders, and a purr escaped his throat.

            Bulma smirked when she heard the purr, and said, "Don't you remember the last time you flew there? You had news cameras all over you. You have to remember Geta, not many people are used to seeing other humans, excuse me, I mean aliens fly! So, NO flying. Do you understand me?" then she added in a sweet tone, "Please Vegeta? For me?"

            Vegeta growled. He hated it when she did that. He grunted a 'yes', and Bulma thanked him, standing up so she could make his breakfast.

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            Vegeta smirked. He was standing outside, with a capsule in his hands. He had changed into his 'biker' clothes after breakfast. He loved these clothes. They made him look sexier than normal, and he knew it. He was wearing his black leather pants, with a white tank top, and of course his expensive black leather jacket. It was nice to be the richest man alive.

            He threw the capsule and when the smoke cleared, his shiny, black, very expensive motorcycle appeared. He climbed on it, and gunned the engine. He reluctantly put his helmet on. He did not understand why he needed one. Even if he crashed, which would never happen because of his fast reflexes, but even if he did it wouldn't even scratch him. But, he didn't want to go through the hassle of a police officer, like last time he didn't wear the annoying head gear.

            He pulled out of the driveway, and sped off. Now, Vegeta was never a man of patience. Never has been, and well, he probably never will be. When he wants something done, then it better be done, and fast. So, what do you think happens when he comes to a hold up near the park?

            Vegeta arrived at an intersection that was blocked up. He sat and waited for about five minutes, which was a new record for the prince. He growled, and turned his bike around, and rode into the park, as fast as he could go, nearly killing over thirty people in the process. He just grinned. As long as he didn't kill anyone, that was okay. But he could still have his fun with them. However, Vegeta didn't have time to terrorize the small helpless people, and he came out of the park on the express way. A strange place for a park to end right? Too bad.

            Vegeta could have gone to the store closet to his house, but he wanted to have a selection of anything he wanted. So he had to go to the big supermarket. Vegeta growled when a white mini van passed him. There was basically one rule in Vegeta's book when driving. NO one passed him. He turned the throttle, causing him to speed up dramatically. He passed the white mini van and smirked with triumph, although you couldn't see it through the stupid helmet he was forced to wear. When he came to a toll both he of course went right past it, not bothering to pay. The man in the booth yelled after him, but soon gave up. There was a lot of traffic, and no cars in any lanes were moving. Except Vegeta. He had his own personal lane so to speak. He was going on the double yellow line, in-between all the cars that were forced to sit still. Some people yelled after him, cursing him out. Vegeta was tempted to toss a ki ball at them, but Bulma would most likely yell at him, so he refrained. He didn't want to lose his spot in the bedroom and end up on the couch. After all, he had been two whole days without sex. Even though his body had been sleeping, it was torture to his mind. But, would Bulma really make Vegeta sleep on the couch after he had been a little ill? He decided that he would play the sweet, innocent; sick baby that needed to be cared for, and pampered when he got home. She defiantly would not put him on the couch if he did that. Besides, she didn't have to know that he blew a persons car up now would she? He sighed, not wanting to chance it. You could never tell how the wheels in the woman's mind worked. 'Females! They are so complicated!' thought Vegeta.

            After a little more of riding, Vegeta finally reached the big supermarket. He got off his bike and took off the helmet. He walked into the market, practically dragging his feet. How had the woman made him do this? He was a prince; he shouldn't be doing a woman's job! He gave up the mental fight in his head, knowing that whatever the woman said, he would do. He hated to admit it, but Vegeta was wrapped around his mate's finger, and both of them knew it. He sadly walked down the isles, writing down everything that he would want for this trip to his home planet. He might not show that he gives a damn, but he really was excited. One of the most excited that he had ever been. The first time he was ever truly was excited was when is Father had taken him with him on his first purging mission. He still remembered the Planet that they had been sent to purge. It looked a lot like Earth now that he thought about it. It had blue skies and light blue-pinkish grass that looked like ocean waves in the wind. The inhabitants had been purple aliens with large heads. The female's eyes color had been silver, while the male's eye color had been a brilliant, bright green. They had been eliminated almost immediately when they first arrived. After that the only times he had been excited was whenever he fought a thrilling battle. Not training or sparring, but when he was in a life or death match with an opponent that tested his strength. However, those had been very rare. The only other times that he could remember being excited were whenever he and Bulma mated, and when Trunks had been born. Bulma had told him to hold him, but he was afraid he might have broken him. He had finally reached out and picked him up, and that was when it had finally hit him that he was really a Father. He had never held a baby before. Sure he had killed them, and it was not something he was proud of at all, but he had never held one. He remembered wondering at that time if his Father had held him, and was in the same awe that he had been in once realizing that he had a son. He doubted it. His Father had hated him. And if he hadn't hated him, he had a strange way of showing that he cared or even liked him. He had tried to make his father proud, and up until his dyeing moments he thought he had failed. The only thing that had kept him sane after his Father died was the thought that his father was proud of him, and of course he would not leave Ayano. It was his duty as her big brother to look after and care for her and that was what he tried to do, but he failed at that when she was raped and beaten because of his stupidity. He blamed himself for everything in his past. Maybe if he had listened to Frieza, and not argued with him and refused to do his biddings then maybe he wouldn't have raped his mother and killed her. Frieza wouldn't have murdered his Father, and his little sister. He wouldn't have destroyed his race and planet. If only he had listened and obeyed.

            He pushed the thoughts out of his head, not wanting to dwell on them any longer. It would only depress him. He walked down the aisles with paper in his hand, writing down everything he wanted. There was fruits, Vegetables, meat, sweets, and of course his favorite. Coffee. Over the years, he had become addicted to the hot, black, almost bitter tasting liquid. He didn't like anything in it. Just plain, black coffee. He spent about a half hour, just walking around, and picking out everything he liked, and knew that Trunks would like, along with Goten, Gohan, and Bulma. He didn't think about anything that Goku would like.

            Finally he thought he was done, so he walked back into the parking lot, and got on his bike. He was just about to speed off when another motorcycle drew next to him. The person on the bike took his helmet off, and smirked at him. "Hey Vegeta. What are you doing at the super market?"

            Vegeta glared evilly at the human. He tried not to scrunch his nose up when he smelled the perfume from the whore sitting behind him, straddling his back side. She was a small red headed girl. She looked fairly young, but she had huge breasts. Vegeta snorted. 'Fake,' was all he thought, before answering the scarred face warrior. "Fuck off weakling. I do not have time for you or your sluttish bitch." He heard the insulted female gasp, and smirked even more. He was so good at this.

            Yamcha did not even defend the poor girl, showing how much he cared for her. If someone had insulted Bulma like that in front of Vegeta, they would be in a hospital right about now. Yamcha glared at Vegeta when he called him a weakling in front of his girl for the day. "Shut-up Vegeta. I'm not weak."

            "Like Hell you aren't. And don't you dare tell the Prince of all Saiyan-jins to shut up, unless you want your face smashed into your bike, which by the way, looks like you found it in a garbage dump." He smirked when Yamcha went beat red, knowing that he had been caught. Vegeta patted himself on the back mentally. He loved insulting the weakling. It was so much fun!

            "Hey Vegeta. I got an idea. Why don't we have a race? Come on. Why don't you show me how big and tough you really are on a bike? Sure you're stronger than me, but I'm the best biker in the city. You can't beat me," gloated Yamcha, not noticing how Vegeta was being blinded by rage.

            'How dare this weakling! He wants me to race him? Fine! I'll give him a race that he will never forget! He cannot beat me! I'm the best at everything! I'm Vegeta! The Saiyan-jin no Ouji!' 

            "Fine. Bring it on. Whoever gets to my house first wins. If I win, which I will, I get to kick your ass, and if you win, you can attempt to kick my ass. But let me assure you, that won't happen even if you do win, which you will not." Vegeta sat back down on his bike, and strapped his helmet in place, and impatiently waited until Yamcha was ready.

            Yamcha basically pushed the girl of the bike, making her land on the cement hard. She stood up, and ran away crying. Yamcha paid her no attention what so ever. Vegeta scowled at the lack of respect for the woman. Sure he was allowed to insult her, she wasn't his woman. But she was Yamcha's and how dare him not show the woman the respect she deserved. On Vegeta-sei females were precious, and treated so. They were sacred because there were so fewer females, than there was male. They were treated like a goddess. If you harmed one for any reason except when sparring then you were sent to your death.       

            Vegeta gunned the engine, and waited for Yamcha to do the same. Vegeta smirked, and they were off.

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            Vegeta walked into Capsule Corps smirking like a demon out of hell. He tossed his capsule into the hallway closet, and searched for his mate's ki. His smirk got even wider when he sensed that she was in the lab…alone. He threw his leather coat on the couch as he walked through the family den, and stopped for a moment as he watched his son and Goten play video games, not even noticing that he had entered the room.

            "Dammit Goten! You beat me again! That's not fair! I'm the Prince! I should beat you!" Trunks threw his controller behind him, across the room, almost hitting Vegeta who ducked as the plastic object flew over his head. Vegeta looked around quickly making sure that the woman hadn't snuck up on them and heard Trunks swear. She blamed Vegeta that it was his fault that their son talked such vulgar language, which it was. Hey it wasn't his fault that the kid looked up to him, and decided that he wanted to talk like him too was it? Nah…

            Goten looked on innocently, not understanding why Trunks was so upset. "But Trunks!" he whined, making Vegeta scowled. He hated when he did that. "It's just a game! It's not my fault that I'm better at racing cars then you are! Is it?"

            "Of course it's your fault!" Trunks snapped, crossing his arms over and pouting.

            "Why?" Goten asked still confused.

            "I don't know!" yelled Trunks. He grabbed the spare controller, and stuck it in the play station 2. "I'll beat you this time! Don't think I won't!" he got a hungry look in his eyes, and he started to pick out his car that he would race with.

            "But Trunks. You said that last time and I still beat you." Said Goten.

            "SHUTUP! I will beat you Son Goten!" Goten picked his car, and they were off!

            Vegeta smirked at his son as he walked away. Neither of the boys had ever known he was there, too wrapped up in their argument they were.

            He noticed the vehicle that his brat had picked just before he turned the corner, walking down the hall towards the lab. He smirked. A black motorcycle. He remembered the previous events of the day, and chuckled. It was hilarious when Vegeta had tricked Yamcha into almost crashing into a beer truck. He was disappointed that the fool had pulled away at the last second and caught up to him. It would have been the perfect way to kill the weakling. He could have just come home, and not said anything and when the woman found out she would think that it was just a misfortunate accident. At least he got to kick his ass off his property when he got home first. Yamcha had been shaking in his shoes, not looking forward to getting his ass creamed. Too bad the jackass didn't have a regeneration tank at home. He smirked again.

            He reached the doors of his mate's lab. He entered the security code, scowling as he did so. He typed in the six letters and pressed the open button. He continued to scowl as he walked into the doors. He was going to have to get the woman to change that code. "Veggie," he muttered in disgust. "Stupid human pet name. Who does she think she is to call me that?" Hr growled, but gave it up. He would never tell anyone, but inwardly he kind of liked it.

            He looked into the lab and saw his blue haired mate typing away furiously. He snuck up behind her and read what she was typing. She was getting ready for the voyage to Planet Vegeta-sei even though it was still six months before they could wish back the world. He smiled a small smile. She was always doing things in advance, that's what he loved about her. She got things done, never putting them off to the side, just like he did. He leaned over her shoulder and rested his chin on her shoulder bone, wrapping his arms around her waist.

            Bulma jumped when she felt a cold little nose rub into her neck, and relaxed when she felt the familiar arms of her mate wrap around her backside. "Hey," she whispered still typing, but she leaned into his face.    

            "What are you doing?" he whispered back, although he already knew. He just liked it whenever she talked. It made him feel happy just knowing she was there; willing to talk to him.

            "I'm making up the list of everything that we are going to need for the trip, and I'm also making a list of everything in the ship that I have to upgrade, check and clean." She turned around and smiled proudly at him.

            Vegeta smirked at her bright grin. He surprised her by planting his lips on hers and pulling her out of the chair, pushing her down on the floor. Bulma giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck.

            'Can this day get any better? First I get to walk in a store full of food, I beat the weakling in a race then I kicked his ass. Now I get to spend some time with my wife. Not to mention the fact that the Onna's Mother is cooking dinner tonight." Vegeta sighed and Bulma looked at him strangely. He shook his head and told the automatic computer to shut the lights off.

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