The Dinner
It had been a good month and three weeks since his last arrival on the so- called uninhabitable planet, Earth. As Bulma had said the day they first met, he received enough food to last an ordinary human being a lifetime of courses. He received a bedroom of his own; complete with King-size bed a massive walk-in wardrobe, and additional balcony, bathroom with shower, and small, private sunken lounge. He was quite pleased to discover that there was a small beer fridge placed in the corner under the counter of a miniature bar in the sunken lounge. He regularly filled it with midnight snacks and a few bottles of alcohol. He had grown accustom to the different alcohols distilled, brewed and even fermented on Earth. His favorites of which were Samuel Adams, some good Canadian Club and anything from Midori to Johnny Walker Red Label. In fact, there really wasn't anything he didn't like, as long as it was strong or had flavor to it.
There was enough space on the acres of land owned by C.C. for him to train. Bulma had even constructed him a Gravity Chamber. Not that he had learnt to use it properly, but he knew of what it basically did, and admired the craftsmanship of how it was designed to withstand every punch, blast, blow, kick, jump and destructive nature of a superior warrior Saiyan.
He had met Goku within that same week of his existence on Earth and figured out about Goku's Saiyan past. He couldn't believe that the third class warrior was easily defeated as a young child after being hit atop the head. It was also the reason that his mission to destroy Earth had been canceled, seeing as Goku had lost his memory and his Saiyan identity as Kakorot.
**It explains his idiocy. I mean who would find a nonSaiyan mate and produce a hybrid**, he remembered thinking to himself after meeting ChiChi and Gohan that same day.
Vegeta had also met all the other members of the Z Team. He found delight in worrying the abnormally short, cue ball-looking human, Krillin. He found amusement in seeing the various expressions of alarm and panic on Krillin's face when he threatened him with his life. Piccolo, Tien, Chowzu, Master Roshi and Yachirobi, they weren't much to contend with. If anything, the Namek, Piccolo, avoided confrontation all together, but would lash out uncontrollably if pushed to the point of utter madness. Yachirobi, now that was a totally different story. The podgy bastard fled the first time he made eye contact with Vegeta. This, of course, encouraged Vegeta to only persist in tormenting the poor guy further.
He detested the fact that Goku was much stronger than he, the Great Prince of Saiyans. He learnt this nightmare quite agonizingly while the two were sparring. Somehow, Goku had beaten him with a KAMEHAMEHA assault. This near put him in intensive care; if it weren't for the senzu beans he was given soon after. From then on, he swore to himself that he would become stronger and faster than Kakorot.
Despite this, Vegeta found himself despising Yamucha even more than his third class rival. Yamucha came round for dinner with the Briefs every Thursday. It would make Vegeta sick watching Bulma and the weakling sit across the table from him. The nauseating cooing over Bulma made him want to hurl. The Prince would growl incessantly at every comment Bulma lapped up from the weakling. He would scoff down as much food as he could before leaving the two with Mr. and Mrs. Briefs, to do more productive activities. like sleeping.
Only on this occasion, Vegeta didn't leave as par usual. He sat there silently, barely touching his two full-sized turkeys. He glared at Yamucha, fists clenched tightly around a small empty glass, breaking it quietly in his growing angry. Bulma didn't seem to notice and carried on her conversation with her mother. Yamucha, however, did notice the peak in Vegeta's 'calm' temperament.
"Hey, Vegeta? You look tense. You sure you're not coming down with something mad? I hear there is this nasty virus coming round." Vegeta tuned out. He was too busy trying to lip-read Bulma. She kept looking his way and whispering back to her mother, as Mrs. Briefs would make little gestures of excitement. **I swear to Kami, if he so as says one word to me, I'll kill the fucker. What the hell is that woman saying? Why is she looking at me all the time? What! I didn't damage anything beyond repair recently**.
"Hey, Vegeta?" Yamcha said again. Vegeta's train of mind was disturbed as he was brought back to reality with the same annoyance, now waving his hand in the Prince's face.
"WOULD YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?!"
Yamucha fell back in his chair, stunned. Bulma dropped her fork and stared at Vegeta's general direction. Mrs. Briefs sat with her curly blonde locks bobbing in her sudden state of shock.
"More water, anyone." she announced finally, holding a glass jug in one hand. Mr. Briefs silently got up and gestured to her to follow him out of the room.
"What." Bulma took her time to answer. She was about to blow a fuse. "What exactly is your problem?" She leered at Vegeta as he sat there, food barely touched. A glint of anger welled in her eyes. Yamucha got up slowly as not to draw any attention to himself. He had seen Bulma like this before, he knew all too well about her anger and the wrath that the woman contained within her. He did not wish to come amid the stand off between the two of the most hotheaded people on the planet. He stood behind her and gently laid a hand on her shoulder. She peered down at the hand, as it gently landed to rest on her shoulder, so too did Vegeta, his glare only intensifying.
"Thanks for the meal Bulma, I enjoyed the atmosphere." With that, he stepped out of the doorway and was engulfed by the darkness. Bulma had returned contact with Vegeta, her anger still searing.
"He was pissing me off. Clearly, I must have my say, since I too live here, not that arrogant little prick." He broke the silence, and lifted his head up higher in his 'princely air' as he stood up from his seat.
"How could you embarrass me in front of my parents and especially in front of Yamucha? As far as I can see, the only arrogant prick around here is YOU! You parade around like you are some kind of god, but for Kami's sake, you are the total opposite." She sounded more hurt that what she wanted to let on. Tears began to well in her eyes. "And to think that I had been saying how well mannered you were to my mother, only to be slapped in the face with your arrogance and make me look like a liar." The tears started to burn profusely in her eyes. "I have never met such an asshole in all my life. You never want to be what someone expects of you, you always have to be this macho, thickheaded brute that only cares for him and fighting. I want you to leave, Vegeta. I made a mistake asking you to stay. I don't want to see you here by morning. You will always be some cheap excuse for a Prince!"
That had done it. The tears streamed rivulets down her pretty face from her Azure eyes. She moved towards the door, and bolted up the stairs to her room. He could hear her sobs from where he stood and the slamming of the door behind her. Vegeta couldn't understand why he felt bad about what he had done. Her last comment hadn't hurt him, but it thrust a shock greater than what he was expecting from a mere Earth woman. He couldn't come to grips with why he felt ashamed for his reactions. **It was the weakling's fault. He's the dickhead who started all this. She deserves better than a cowardly bastard like him**. He realized what he had thought and promptly mentally slapped himself. **Where the hell did I get a conscience? I care for nothing and her life is no exception. She is none of my concern**. He finished his dinner, now cold, and was off to the Gravity Chamber again.
It had been a good month and three weeks since his last arrival on the so- called uninhabitable planet, Earth. As Bulma had said the day they first met, he received enough food to last an ordinary human being a lifetime of courses. He received a bedroom of his own; complete with King-size bed a massive walk-in wardrobe, and additional balcony, bathroom with shower, and small, private sunken lounge. He was quite pleased to discover that there was a small beer fridge placed in the corner under the counter of a miniature bar in the sunken lounge. He regularly filled it with midnight snacks and a few bottles of alcohol. He had grown accustom to the different alcohols distilled, brewed and even fermented on Earth. His favorites of which were Samuel Adams, some good Canadian Club and anything from Midori to Johnny Walker Red Label. In fact, there really wasn't anything he didn't like, as long as it was strong or had flavor to it.
There was enough space on the acres of land owned by C.C. for him to train. Bulma had even constructed him a Gravity Chamber. Not that he had learnt to use it properly, but he knew of what it basically did, and admired the craftsmanship of how it was designed to withstand every punch, blast, blow, kick, jump and destructive nature of a superior warrior Saiyan.
He had met Goku within that same week of his existence on Earth and figured out about Goku's Saiyan past. He couldn't believe that the third class warrior was easily defeated as a young child after being hit atop the head. It was also the reason that his mission to destroy Earth had been canceled, seeing as Goku had lost his memory and his Saiyan identity as Kakorot.
**It explains his idiocy. I mean who would find a nonSaiyan mate and produce a hybrid**, he remembered thinking to himself after meeting ChiChi and Gohan that same day.
Vegeta had also met all the other members of the Z Team. He found delight in worrying the abnormally short, cue ball-looking human, Krillin. He found amusement in seeing the various expressions of alarm and panic on Krillin's face when he threatened him with his life. Piccolo, Tien, Chowzu, Master Roshi and Yachirobi, they weren't much to contend with. If anything, the Namek, Piccolo, avoided confrontation all together, but would lash out uncontrollably if pushed to the point of utter madness. Yachirobi, now that was a totally different story. The podgy bastard fled the first time he made eye contact with Vegeta. This, of course, encouraged Vegeta to only persist in tormenting the poor guy further.
He detested the fact that Goku was much stronger than he, the Great Prince of Saiyans. He learnt this nightmare quite agonizingly while the two were sparring. Somehow, Goku had beaten him with a KAMEHAMEHA assault. This near put him in intensive care; if it weren't for the senzu beans he was given soon after. From then on, he swore to himself that he would become stronger and faster than Kakorot.
Despite this, Vegeta found himself despising Yamucha even more than his third class rival. Yamucha came round for dinner with the Briefs every Thursday. It would make Vegeta sick watching Bulma and the weakling sit across the table from him. The nauseating cooing over Bulma made him want to hurl. The Prince would growl incessantly at every comment Bulma lapped up from the weakling. He would scoff down as much food as he could before leaving the two with Mr. and Mrs. Briefs, to do more productive activities. like sleeping.
Only on this occasion, Vegeta didn't leave as par usual. He sat there silently, barely touching his two full-sized turkeys. He glared at Yamucha, fists clenched tightly around a small empty glass, breaking it quietly in his growing angry. Bulma didn't seem to notice and carried on her conversation with her mother. Yamucha, however, did notice the peak in Vegeta's 'calm' temperament.
"Hey, Vegeta? You look tense. You sure you're not coming down with something mad? I hear there is this nasty virus coming round." Vegeta tuned out. He was too busy trying to lip-read Bulma. She kept looking his way and whispering back to her mother, as Mrs. Briefs would make little gestures of excitement. **I swear to Kami, if he so as says one word to me, I'll kill the fucker. What the hell is that woman saying? Why is she looking at me all the time? What! I didn't damage anything beyond repair recently**.
"Hey, Vegeta?" Yamcha said again. Vegeta's train of mind was disturbed as he was brought back to reality with the same annoyance, now waving his hand in the Prince's face.
"WOULD YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?!"
Yamucha fell back in his chair, stunned. Bulma dropped her fork and stared at Vegeta's general direction. Mrs. Briefs sat with her curly blonde locks bobbing in her sudden state of shock.
"More water, anyone." she announced finally, holding a glass jug in one hand. Mr. Briefs silently got up and gestured to her to follow him out of the room.
"What." Bulma took her time to answer. She was about to blow a fuse. "What exactly is your problem?" She leered at Vegeta as he sat there, food barely touched. A glint of anger welled in her eyes. Yamucha got up slowly as not to draw any attention to himself. He had seen Bulma like this before, he knew all too well about her anger and the wrath that the woman contained within her. He did not wish to come amid the stand off between the two of the most hotheaded people on the planet. He stood behind her and gently laid a hand on her shoulder. She peered down at the hand, as it gently landed to rest on her shoulder, so too did Vegeta, his glare only intensifying.
"Thanks for the meal Bulma, I enjoyed the atmosphere." With that, he stepped out of the doorway and was engulfed by the darkness. Bulma had returned contact with Vegeta, her anger still searing.
"He was pissing me off. Clearly, I must have my say, since I too live here, not that arrogant little prick." He broke the silence, and lifted his head up higher in his 'princely air' as he stood up from his seat.
"How could you embarrass me in front of my parents and especially in front of Yamucha? As far as I can see, the only arrogant prick around here is YOU! You parade around like you are some kind of god, but for Kami's sake, you are the total opposite." She sounded more hurt that what she wanted to let on. Tears began to well in her eyes. "And to think that I had been saying how well mannered you were to my mother, only to be slapped in the face with your arrogance and make me look like a liar." The tears started to burn profusely in her eyes. "I have never met such an asshole in all my life. You never want to be what someone expects of you, you always have to be this macho, thickheaded brute that only cares for him and fighting. I want you to leave, Vegeta. I made a mistake asking you to stay. I don't want to see you here by morning. You will always be some cheap excuse for a Prince!"
That had done it. The tears streamed rivulets down her pretty face from her Azure eyes. She moved towards the door, and bolted up the stairs to her room. He could hear her sobs from where he stood and the slamming of the door behind her. Vegeta couldn't understand why he felt bad about what he had done. Her last comment hadn't hurt him, but it thrust a shock greater than what he was expecting from a mere Earth woman. He couldn't come to grips with why he felt ashamed for his reactions. **It was the weakling's fault. He's the dickhead who started all this. She deserves better than a cowardly bastard like him**. He realized what he had thought and promptly mentally slapped himself. **Where the hell did I get a conscience? I care for nothing and her life is no exception. She is none of my concern**. He finished his dinner, now cold, and was off to the Gravity Chamber again.