Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z

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The Prince of all Saiyans

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Vegeta's eyes snapped open as the alarm clock on his bedside shrilled to life. Getting up quietly to avoid waking Bulma, he switched it off and headed towards the shower to grab a towel before starting his grueling training session this morning. He knew that today would be enormously hectic at work, and he needed to be alert, and in tip-top shape. He wanted to be at his fittest and these 4am workouts always helped.

Afterwards, he headed towards the kitchen and uttered the same three words he spoke every morning

"Woman. Food. Now," before dropping himself at the kitchen table. Not even bothering to look up from the paper she was reading, Bulma replied, "I have a name Vegeta, and it's BULMA. Coffee's brewing but the bacon and eggs are done. Help your self"

Scowling at her, he filled five plates of food and attacked them all vigorously, knowing that he would not be full after breakfast. Just as well, he thought, I don't want to feel heavy this morning. He finished his unusually small breakfast just as Bulma put away her paper and put the dishes in the sink. "I think you should shower and change now Vegeta," she said. They usually drove to work together and Bulma had no desire to be late today, she had several reports to go through before a huge corporate meeting this afternoon. Vegeta smirked as she turned from the sink, noticing that the silk suit she was wearing was a pale cream color, accentuating her creamy skin. If she were any paler, she would look naked, he thought, his eyes narrowing as he imagined her without any clothes on. Before she could realize what he was doing, Bulma found herself slung over Vegeta's shoulder and being carried upstairs

"Vegetal!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, forgetting that Trunks and Bra were still sleeping. "Put me DOWN! I'm going tot be late for work!" though she knew it would have no effect on him, she started pounding Vegeta's shoulders with her fists. Vegeta simply ignored her as, smirking, he headed towards their private bathroom.

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Later that day, Vegeta stood in front of a group of people, glaring furiously at a young pimply teenage boy. The said boy was now trembling violently, eyeing the exit at the back of the room almost desperately.

"WHAT! Was THAT?!?!" Vegeta demanded, looking ready to rip his head off

"Th-that was a p-p-pirouette, se-sir," he managed to stammer, his knees knocking together.

"You call THAT a pirouette?" Vegeta demanded in anger "THIS, is a pirouette!"

With that he turned and marched towards the front of the class. He whirled swiftly and raised his arms above his head, lifting himself on to the tip of his toes. Taking a few small running steps, he then launched himself into the air, arms out, and leaped gracefully twice. Landing on his toes again, he spun in place, his arms straight up over his head, parallel to his flaming hair. After about 2 minutes of high-speed twirls, he once again, leaped gracefully into the air, executed another short perfect twirl, and then landed softly on his knee, his arms, landing gracefully at his side, his head up proudly, face serene. After a short stunned silence, the rest of the students, most of them now drooling bucket loads onto the polished floor, clapped enthusiastically.

Getting up, Vegeta once again pasted his trademark scowl onto his face and addressed the now-awed teenager.

"As you can obviously see," he said, "That was what a pirouette should look like. Graceful. Flowing. Pleasurable to watch. You!" he pointed accusingly at the boy "were not even remotely graceful." He paced across the front of the room, arms crossed. "If you all desire to learn at this school, you must remember that here, at the Saiyan School of Ballet, FAILURE IS NOT ACCEPTED" he thundered the last, causing his students to jump. "This school is one of the finest schools in the world and you will NOT taint its name with your sloppy performance!! I expect nothing but the best1 Perfection! And you will practice until I am satisfied! Now you" he once again turned his attention to the offending teenager "will perfect that move by next week" he narrowed his eyes slightly "or else!" And with that, he turned on his heel, ripped his tutu off, through it over his shoulder and stalked out of the room, ignoring the squeals of delight and sounds of fighting as his pupils fought over the recently discarded garment.

Later that night, as Bulma lay across his chest, listening to the even sounds of his breathing, she thought about how life could be so weird at times. Two years ago, she would never have imagined Vegeta, willingly spending precious time outside of the gravity, let alone find a 'normal' job. But now, who would have thought that he would be an international acclaimed ballet instructor?!?

She remembered how she once dragged him to the premier of The Nutcracker, enduring the scornful comments from Vegeta the entire night. Gritting her teeth, she had asked him if he could do better, attacking his saiyan pride and suggesting that he wasn't fit enough, manly enough, or good enough to learn ballet. To her family's surprise, and his, he took up her challenge and enrolled himself in the top ballet school at the metropolitan. Before they even had time to digest all of this, the Brief family had found themselves once again at an exclusive ballet premiere, this time with Vegeta in the star role of Romeo and Juliet. Miracles never ceased to happen.

Giggling softly to herself, she propped up on her shoulders and drank in his perfect features. By Dende, he's beautiful, she thought, resisting the urge to kiss him, knowing full well that his saiyan senses would make him wake up at the slightest touch. Instead she lay back onto his chest and settled into a dreamless sleep.

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Vegeta in leotards… *drooool*

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p.s I do not know anything about ballet, so pls, not flames about that either

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