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Really rubbish follow-up to try and make sense of the idea I have for Vegeta jr. Be advised that this is probably not even close to how most people would view the character, but the idea got stuck in my head, and had to be written, so if it does not gel with your vision of the character, I would prefer not to get flamed for it.
Teddy loved her job. She had been groomed to take over as head of Capsule Corp from she was a teen, and she had taken to it like a duck to water. However she was aware that her son would not be taking over from her. She felt no disappointment at this; she had a niece who was already working her way through the company in preparation for taking over the reins in the next twenty years when Teddy was ready to retire to inventing.
Vegeta was just not meant to follow in the Brief's family footprints, despite his ridiculous genius level intelligence. She had accepted this fact when Vegeta had been very young, though she knew his natural curiosity would probably lead him into R&D eventually. For now she was just happy to see him finally making friends, and getting some proper training.
When Vegeta had finally started to show an interest in things outside his astronomy obsession Teddy had been ecstatic, and had made the mistake of letting his father, Jackson Leigh, a martial arts teacher take him for lessons. Jackson had never really known how to deal with Vegeta. Teddy had been furious with herself and her family for not following more in her Great, great grandfather's line, not continuing to fight.
Since her great granduncle had taken over Capsule Corp the influence of the Saiyan line had grown progressively less. She had never learned to fight herself; a fact she detested now, though it did explain her initial attraction to Jackson.
When Vegeta had been born she had fallen instantly in love, he was so different to anyone else she had ever seen in her family, and the tail had thrown her into a frenzy to find out all the how's and whys. Learning of her own Saiyan history had been amazing, and made little Vegeta even more important to her.
When Vegeta had been diagnosed with Asperger's at two Teddy had wondered what she had done wrong, if it was something that could have been changed. But over the intervening years she had stopped seeing it as a problem, and would take anyone to task if they so much as looked at her son with pity on their face. But at least his obsession with Astronomy made sense now, and how he took to martial arts with such a single minded determination, how he learnt everything the tapes had to offer so quickly.
He was her little Prince.
Shaking off her meandering thoughts Teddy looked at the clock on her desk. Time to go pick Vegeta up from the Son household. If she got there any later that seven Vegeta would start to get antsy; he'd settled over the last few weeks, and had barely noticed when she'd been detained for over half an hour one evening. She could only hope it would continue.