Summary: A series of one shots exploring ways in which to annoy Vegeta immensely. Most of these will be quite funny but a quick warning; some may be full of angst. Also OOC at times when the occasion arises. Please Review and any helpful/ negative comments are welcome. More reviews give me an even better incentive to write, be they good or bad
Dragon ball, Dragon ball z and Dragon ball GT do not belong to me and I do not make any profit off them.
This one explores Vegeta's past annoyances and also matters of his heart.
Chapter 2- The Bowl Cut
If there was something that Vegeta hated more than… well most things it was bowl cuts. To his mind it was like looking at something half done, not perfect and it reminded him of his childhood rival Frank.
"HAHAHAHA Veggie Burger looks funny; like sonic the hedgehog gone wappy. What's wrong Veggie you gonna cry?" It was Frank that made him hate it; yes Frank with his bowl cut like someone had done it with a spoon. A half arsed hair style not even done right. And what's more? It was the first time that anyone ever hurt his pride. Bastard!
Vegeta looked round at all of the people surrounding him. First chance he had got since he met them to really pay attention to what they looked like. Krillin looked like a bowling ball with legs, Bulma was a blue haired beauty with one hell of a temper and the Namekicans were green. What more can be said? His eyes soon got bored of bald, beauty and greenery so he looked at the youngest member of the group.
"Kakarrot's son?" He paused "Gohan right?"
"Yes? What do you want?" He sounded tired and upset after hours of fighting and the knowledge that his father was most likely dead. Blown up with the planet and lost to him forever. How he wished it wasn't true but he knew that no one could survive that; not even HIS daddy could do that. He wiped the tears from his eyes and looked sharply at the Saiyan prince.
"Was your hair cut with the help of a bowl as a template?"
"What?" Gohan felt confused he knew his mothers idea of fashion wasn't really amazing and up to date but did he really look that bad? After all if the guy with hair bigger than a 1980's super star had something to say…. Christ he thought I really must look weird.
"You look like a clown; your hair doesn't fit your head. You look like….. Frank."
Of course this only added to the poor boys confusion.
"Mr Vegeta; can you please tell me who Frank is?" He implored; both annoyed and a little panicked by the sudden look of hatred that had formed on the prince's face.
"Ugly and weak!"
Gohan shot at him; knocking Vegeta to the floor with a punch to the face. This surprised the Saiyan prince; Gohan was not a fighter. Yes, he was strong and could throw a punch but he was just too sweet tempered to strike out at such a small comment. He had failed to take all the stresses and strains of the day fully into account and the serious need for Gohan to take out his temper on someone. Anyone would do; especially the arrogant prat stood in front of him and currently giving him the perfect excuse to lash out.
It didn't hurt Vegeta physically as such; he was certain he could live with a bruise but what did hurt was the thought that the 'blue haired beauty' who was currently staring at him probably pitied him and would never sleep with him now.
He would never feel her sweet, sensuous lips against his lips or any other part of him for that matter. He had lusted after many women before but this was different, he actually needed her to like him and see him as a strong warrior and a good man. The thought of her not seeing him as such made his stomach hurt and his heart burn with anguish.
He wondered what could have caused this.
Was it a drug or was he hit on the head one too many times? Could it possibly be her blue eyes? So enchanting and deviant and so ready to burn him alive with anger as she checked Gohan was okay.
Why didn't she like him? Was Gohan (a mere boy) a better man than himself?
Bulma glared at him and he almost melted to the floor. He was going to win her from the morons that she was surrounded by; no question about that after all he was the best and perhaps he could play nice with the weaklings for now until he could claim her for himself. This obsession was confusing for him, weird almost and driving him completely insane. The only thought that kept coming back was what could possibly be causing this and how do I solve it?
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