The ride home was almost silent, the soft sound from the radio breaking it. She hummed along with the music, her fingers tapping along on the steering wheel. Today was pretty successful if you ask her.
Sure she could ask for more but for what she got, she seemed pretty satisfied. It would be an understatement to say that she was excited to get started on this project of hers. The materials would take a few days to arrive and once that came, she knew she would lock herself away in her lab all day until they were finished. A part of her just wanted to get some sort of appreciation from the prince.
In all honesty, she felt kind of bad for the man. While he acted like an asshole most of the time, could she blame him? He had no one here for him, he was all alone. While she had friends all around her, even a loving boyfriend, she had all the reasons to be happy. But Vegeta... He had the gravity room, that was about it. Maybe she could use her bots as a small token of friendship? She had her doubts but it would always be worth a try.
It wasn't long after that she could see her home approaching, slowing down, she landed easily. Gathering all of her notes, she soon hopped out. Capsuling it back, she put it in her case with her other vehicles. Shoving the case in her bag, she headed towards her home. She immediately noticed her parents were enjoying the weather, sitting at the patio chatting away about who knows what. She approached them with a smile.
Bunny noticed her first, "You're back here early! Did you enjoy your shopping trip?" She asked her, the cup of tea in her hands still steaming away.
Bulma rose a brow at first but remembered her last conversation with her mother. "Yeah, I just didn't find anything I wanted this time around." She told her before taking a seat herself. Looking to the side, she noticed the GR wasn't running. Had he not come by yet? "Have you seen Vegeta?" She asked them, bringing her attention back to what was in front of her.
Her father had followed her sight line before shrugging. "I don't think I've seen him all day, maybe he's in his room?" He suggested.
That answered her question immediately. She figured that with her wasting up an hours worth of his training, he would have zipped back her to get straight back to it. Maybe he was still blowing up mountains, who knows? Checking her watch, she realized that she really was back earlier than she expected. Maybe before, she had thought Vegeta would give her more time than agreed on. Apparently she forgot who she was talking to. If she got ready now, her and Yamcha could still go on a date. Pulling out her phone, her fingers tapped quickly on the letters as she shot out an update to him and a question to see if they could go out. She was happy when he replied just a quickly. "I'm going out," She told them as she got back up. "I'll be eating out so don't worry about leaving me any leftovers."
Her parents nodded at her, she left the table to go straight to her room. She would definitely need some makeup to cover this exhausted look. She couldn't help but smile to herself, it had been a bit since she had last gone out. She couldn't wait.
He wasn't sure how long he had stayed out in those wastelands. He was just blasting at everything, the thought of his past causing a rage within him to grow. But after destroying everything around him, he was now just annoyed that he had gotten angry for such a stupid reason. His past was exactly that, in the past. He should be thinking about the future instead. Like how he had yet to reach the legendary state. The fact that he was still steps behind that lower class idiot infuriated him. How was it even possible? Every day, every hour he was pushing himself against his limits! What could he be missing? What else did he need to do? He felt his fists clenching tightly at the thought. Lifting himself high into the air, he decided a few ki blasts into the ground would help calm his nerves. Even after seeing the hole left over, he still felt aggravated about the whole thing. Even if he wanted to take his frustration out on Kakarot, he knew he wouldn't win. His pride would just get crushed.
He found himself frowning further. That woman... whatever she was planning, she needed to be quick with it. While he would refuse to admit it out loud, he did need something to help him with his training. At this point, all he could do is to continue raising the level of gravity. That could only help him so much. The thought of him needing her help made him want to laugh. A puny human trying to help him, a royal elite like himself shouldn't need that. He should have ascended! "God damn it!" He cursed before letting out another chain of blasts, making the hole deeper.
Blast this planet, Kakorat and his half breed son and even the woman for trying to help him. He was just angry at everything at the moment and right now, he felt like the only thing that could make him feel better at the moment was killing something. But he knew what would happen if he decided to do something about it. He'd be left beaten and his pride would be ripped up. Looking to the side, he figured it would be time to head back. Maybe he could demand that air head of a woman to make him something to eat. Food always made him feel a bit better. Even if it was the strange meals Earth had, he didn't care. He needed something to distract him. Looking at his destructed path for just a moment, he flew in the direction of his 'home'.
The flight wasn't long at all. Without him having to go at a slow pace for that woman to follow him, he could easily go all out with flying back. It only took a matter of minutes before he was landing on the ground. Seeing the blond woman chatting away with her husband, he marched straight up to her. "Make me a meal," He demanded, not caring that he was interrupting them. The thought of food made him hungry now, he didn't have any patience.
Bunny had looked at him in surprise at his sudden appearance, she soon had a warm smile on her lips. "Absolutely Vegeta, what are you hungry for?" She asked him. She was radiating warmth, it disgusted him.
He felt like he could call her every name in the book but the woman wouldn't mind. How could a person always be this friendly? It angered him. "Meat." He answered shortly before turning away from them. "Make it quick." Walking away, he headed inside of the house. He needed to shower and get out of these shorts. He felt disgusting mentally and physically.
Heading up the stairs, he could hear something going on. Nearing closer, his ears picked up the woman's voice. Her room had been only a few doors down from his own. Taking a few more steps, he realized she was singing. It wasn't like it was the first time he had heard it, but just like every time, it made his ears hurt. While his heightened senses were a blessing during battle, right now, he wished he didn't have them. Walking past her room, he quickly headed towards his own. The more distance he made, the more at peace he felt.
Closing the door behind him, he immediately stripped out of his shorts. Heading to his bathroom, he hopped in the shower. Today's stench had soaked into his skin, nothing a good scrubbing couldn't fix. The hot water on his skin felt nice, he decided just this once, he could take an extra minute or two to enjoy the sensation of the water hitting his sore muscles. Letting out a needed sigh, he soon got out. Drying himself off with the fluffy white towel he was provided with, he went to his closet. Inside lacked the clothing that should have filled it. There were one or two outfits the woman had given to him, alongside his jumpsuit he brought with him. The blond woman had stitched up the tears for him, without his permission of course. Looking at the human clothing in disgust, he grabbed his jumpsuit. Getting changed, he left his room.
Even from this distance, he could smell the meal that was being prepared for him. Heading down the stairs, he was pleased that no more singing was coming from her room. Going to the kitchen, he took a seat at the table. The blond woman was humming to herself while she cooked away at the stove. Feeling his stomach rumble, he could only hope she was almost done. He was never a patient person. Lightly tapping his foot against the tiled floor, he didn't have to wait very long for the first plate to be set in front of him. He immediately shoved a forkful into his mouth, tearing into the meat. The smell alone was enough to make his mouth water.
"How does it taste?" Bunny had asked him, her back turned as she was already preparing the second.
The woman was a good cook, her food was much better than what he was offered on Frieza's ship. There was actual flavor to these dishes, but there was no way in hell he would complement her cooking. Only grunting in response, he gave no time to answer by continuing to shovel the food into his mouth. This was exactly what he needed, the previous thoughts that had disturbed his mind were forgotten. All he could think about was how to get more into his mouth.
There was a knock at the door, he watched the woman leave the kitchen momentarily. Paying no attention to her, he moved onto his next plate. He had himself a stack going on by now. Hearing a slightly familiar voice, he glanced up when the voice became louder as the two approached.
He found himself frowning when he noticed the weak, scar faced male enter the kitchen. He hadn't even felt that the male had arrived, he almost laughed. Making eye contact, he noticed the annoyed look on the others face. He found himself smirking, it seemed like the other wanted to say something to him. But his cowardly nature, Vegeta knew he wouldn't dare. He was always up for sparring. Not daring to be the first to break eye contact, he shoved another bite in.
"I'm almost ready!" A voice called from up the stairs.
Yamcha had looked away, his expression not changing as he passed Vegeta.
His smirk only grew as the other left the kitchen, setting his now empty plate with the others, he looked at Bunny. "Another!" Grabbing the next plate, he couldn't enjoy the smell that came from the cooked meat. Instead, his nose picked up something much more... fruity. Looking to the side, he noticed the weakling reenter the kitchen, this time not alone. The woman was attached to his side, the smell wafting from her. He noticed she was dressed up in tight black pants with a matching black blouse that showed much cleavage. Her face was coated in make up, her tired self covered. Had she normally dressed like that? Whenever he had normally seen her, she was in that large white lab coat of hers or something less revealing at least. She looked so exposed dressed up this way. Realizing he was staring, he tore his eyes away to stare in front of him.
How in the hell did that weakling get someone like that? The woman needed to reevaluate who she was with. She needed someone strong to handle her and that scar faced male definitely was not it. His nose scrunched up, she was coated in the smell, he wanted to move far away from her. His pride refused against his wishes. He was stuck sitting there, being forced to listen to their pointless conversation. His food was getting cold, he just couldn't eat it for whatever reason. Finally hearing her give their goodbyes, he felt his eyes following them before they finally left the kitchen. Letting out a breath he was surprised he was holding in, he swatted away the scent that still lingered.
"You okay sweetie?" Bunny asked him, as she had been watching him the entire time.
Vegeta glanced at her for just a moment before standing, "I am no longer hungry." He told her with a scowl on his face. Walking past her, his steps were quick.
Seeing his stack of plates, she rose a brow. It wasn't nearly as high as usual. "Where are you going?" She called after him.
"Training," He answered shortly before slamming the door closed behind him. He didn't dare give the couple a glance before heading straight for the GR. He needed to get rid of the distractions roaming in his mind. A few hours torturing his body should do the trick.