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My mother was one of the most important beings in my life. To this day still, I have never even seen someone like her.
No one could match her beauty, but that was not what made her such a popular queen: she was proud, strong, determined to be the best, and most important of all: she hated everyone that had problems with the Saiyan race. She was proud of her race, no one could stop her desire to let her people be the best, those who did, were disposed off easily, and the rubble only admired her more because of that.
I admired something else. I was still a little boy, so I don't have many memories. What I do remember clearly, is that she was the only saiyan, in the entire universe, that dared to stand upto my father. The strongest warriors on the planet would turn in to helpless children the moment my father stepped in to the room. They feared him, knowing that their lives were in his hand.
But my mother was different. She insulted him, disobeyed him, even infuriated him. But she didn't fear him. I don't know why she was so brave around my father.
He could have killed her easily, and yet she acted as though he was her equal. My father didn't accept her behavior, but apart from correcting her and yelling, he never did anything about it.
Bulma reminds me of my mother. She has the same attitude. She was afraid of me on Namek, but when she invited me to live her, she showed no hint of fear. I could have blown this pathetic planet to smithereens, and even though she knew this, she still had the nerve to tell me what to do.
She screamed at me on a daily basis, annoyed the hell out of me, but like my father, I never did anything about it.
That was the reason we got together. She was the only woman who dared to argue with me. And I admired that.
Ten years later, not much has changed. "Vegeta, how many times do I have to tell you? DO NOT BREAK THE BATTLE ROBOTS! It could cause the Gravity Room to blow up, just like your spaceship did. Do you think I like working my ass off to fx everything you break? I am NOT your personal slave! I'm sick and tired of you acting like you live in some kind of hotel! If you have to break everything, DO something around the house that would make up for it! I'm not your servant, Vegeta. You live with ME, in MY house, you eat MY food and wear MY clothes. You're the most ungrateful pig in the universe, you know that right?"
I've become deaf. She screams so loud, I just feel like flying away from all the noise.
This 'conversation' is nothing new. I 'accidentally' broke something, and now the woman has to yell at me because I have, once again, disobeyed her wishes.
''Vegeta, are you even listening to me?" Bulma says. She looks furious. Her cheeks are red with anger, and her hair looks messed up. She glares at me, and I return her glare.
"Yes woman, I am listening. What the hell do you want me to say!" I'm tired of today's training. Her yelling does not enlighten my pain.
"Oh, I don't know. Something like 'I'm sorry Bulma. Please forgive me, Bulma. Just tell me what to do to make it up to you, Bulma." she says sarcastic.
''Fine, what do you want me to do?" I ask angry. She smiles, she won our argument. I have nothing else to say, I broke something, she will probably fix it, she has the right to yell at me.
"I want you to go shopping with Trunks." she says with a triumphant look on her face. "The list is on the coffee table, take the creditcard for money, and be sure to be back before dinner time with ALL the ingredients"!
"Aaah, jeez dad. What did you do to make mom so angry?" Trunks asks me while we walk through the supermarket.
I smirk at him. Like his mother, he has some nerve to aks me such a thing. If I would have asked something like that to my father, he would have given me a speech about respecting your elders, and later on, he would have beaten the hell out of me in a sparring session. I know nothing about my parents' mating.
I don't think I even want to know what went on inside their bedroom. My father showed that he cared about my mother when she died, but actions are open to interpretations.
Maybe that's why the woman still doesn't understand my feelings towards her. Maybe my actions have not been clear enough for her to understand.
Fucking Hell. The fucking drama never ends.
"I blew up some parts of the gravity room. Needless to say, your mother was not happy. She has to fix them, but to make time for her to do so, I have to take over some of her tasks."
"Oh, so she forced you to go grocery shopping?" Trunks asks with a bored look on his face.
"Your mother did not force me to do anything boy, she does not command me. I amthe prince,I listen to no one. I am merely doing this because this will help her repair the robots faster." I answer. He's eight years old. How dare he think that my mate forces me to do anything. No woman controls me.
Except for my mother. But she was older, stronger, and had the right to control me, seeing as she gave birth to me.
I would give anything to find out what she had said to Frieza that angered him so much, that he killed her for it. She always hated him, but I just wish I could have been there when he killed her. Not to see her die, but to see how you could stand up to Frieza.
To see her do something my father was afraid to do.
"Dad, are we done?" my sons asks. He's tired, bored and extremely hungry.
"Not yet, son. We still need to get some bread." I reply. Half an hour later, we're back at Capsule Corp.
"Well, that took you long enough" Bulma says as she walks to the door with an extremely satisfied look on her face.
"Well well, aren't you the merry torturer?" I say to her sarcastic.
"I have a little surprise for you" she winks at me "But you're gonna have to wait until after dinner"
"Let me guess, another way to torture me and Trunks?" "No need to be all sarcastic mister"
She walks up to me and presses her finger to my chest. I smirk as she looks at me with the same look in her eyes that I remember so well from my youth.
"You just wait, not even you will be able to act like you don't care" and she walks away.
I smirk as I watch her walking away. She's a strong one. I can understand why I chose her to be my mate.
I just don't understand why it has to be so damn tough.
I wonder if my father had ever felt the same way.
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