Prompt: "Past, Present, Future". Had to be under 600 words.
A/N: This was done for DeviantArt group DBZ-Fanfics.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
"Just drop it, Bulma," he growled but made no move to remove her body from snuggling against his.
She pouted slightly, her head resting on his chest. They were laying on top of the domed roof of Capsule Corp, looking up at the sky. "Why won't you tell me about what Vegeta-sei was like?"
He let out an exasperated sigh. "Because I was five-years-old when it was destroyed," he bit out. If he'd known as a child that he would be tied to a nosy genius, would it have made him remember a little more about his birthplace? Probably not because he still would've gone under the care of Frieza. He still would've had to fight to survive and remember things far more important than trivial facts about his now dead planet. "If that wasn't bad enough, I was rarely there thanks to Frieza." He felt her body tense a little at the name of his tormentor.
"Oh."
The word came out in a puff of breath against the tank top he wore. It seemed as though whenever he brought up Frieza, she would instantly stop questioning him. In a way he enjoyed it because it had given him many freebies to getting out of a conversation about his past, but he knew she always wanted to ask him more about it.
He let out a soft sigh this time. His fingers ran along her spine as he looked up at the darkened sky. "The little things I do remember about Vegeta-sei. The red sky. The capital city. My father," he finally started back up, surprising the blue haired female that was attached to his side. "It doesn't matter because Earth has become my home. Has been ever since those damn androids."
"What if…."
"Shut up, woman," he growled again, pressing her body closer to his. "Don't you know when to keep your damn mouth shut?"
They both knew it was a rhetorical question. Bulma laughed, though, not being able to hold it back. She was glad that Vegeta was finally opening up a little at a time to her, and she often wondered just how much more information she would be able to get out of him as more time passed.