Taming the Saiyan Prince: Bulma and Vegeta

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Chapter 35

Last time on Dragon Ball Z…

Powering up he soared away without warning. He heard Baldy calling him back and his son about to take off after him until Piccolo stopped him, but he did not even look back. All of his plans, all of his hard work, all of his preparation had failed. But instead of giving up, the prideful Saiyan soared off to make new plans… "That will be even better than the ones before!"

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Rocketing through the air, Vegeta felt an anger flowing in his veins like never before. They had left him! HIM! The fucking Prince of All Saiyans! It was the ultimate insult, the ultimate disgrace. He had been deemed as no longer a threat and that cut Vegeta right to core. "I'LL SHOW THOSE ANDROIDS! NO ONE MAKES A FOOL OF ME! THEY'LL PAY FOR THIS! THEY SHOULD HAVE FINISHED ME OFF WHEN THEY HAD THE CHANCE BECAUSE I WILL SHOW THEM NO MERCY!" He was already picturing all the gruesome and painful ways he was going to destroy them. Before he was just going to blast them to hell but now… Well now he was thinking about breaking their limbs, twisting things that should not be twisted… yes, they would feel the utmost pain possible. And Vegeta knew all about torture. He knew exactly where the most sensitive and vulnerable parts of the body were. After all, he had experienced the worst of Frieza's torture chamber first hand.

Back then when he got into these fits of rage he could just go purge a planet or two to get it out of his system. But he knew he couldn't do that anymore and it only made him angrier. Although Bulma may have been the only person to see it, Vegeta had changed even if he was not ready to admit it to himself yet. He was fighting along side the Z fighters for Kami's sake! He had a woman and a family… and it was her who had made him change. Her with those blasted smiles, seductive body, and caring heart. He hated her. He hated her with every part of his being but he loved her too. He couldn't even tell himself that but it was true. Somehow she had touched him more deeply than he had ever realized. She had transformed him from the heartless warrior he had become under Frieza back to something of the man he might have been. "Damn Woman…"

Finally he found a completely isolated boulder ridden desert. "This should be suitable for my purposes," He thought as he landed on top of the largest boulder. Suddenly he fit a trickle of blood making its way down his chin. "I must have bitten my tongue… Well just fucking grand!" He wiped it away angrily. "A Super Saiyan bleeding like a boy… As if I needed reminding of my humiliation! And of course they just blame it on me! Yes because they could have done so much better! Well FUCK THEM! I hate them! I hate all of them! Wait for Kakkarot- indeed! I would rather be impaled on a goddamn earthling streetlight by Frieza than wait for that dim-witted- n- good-sentimental-circus-clown-fuck-face KAKKAROT!" He balled his fist as the rage began to take over his body. The whole area began to shake and the rocks began to rise as his mad aura surrounded it. "I am a SUPER SAIYAN! I am not supposed to lose! And especially not to some fucking tin cans! I have been promised since the moment of my birth that I was meant to be the strongest in the entire universe! I AM THE PRINCE OF ALL SAIYANS SO HOW CAN THIS HAPPEN?" Once again the now-familiar golden light enveloped the entire area. Vegeta let out all of his frustrations, humiliations, and rage in one bone chilling scream. His power erupted from his body turning the boulders into nothing but a pile of rubble. Slowly the anger began to flow out from his body. Panting he thought angrily, "Wait till I get my hands on those androids! I will prove once and for all that I am THE STRONGEST WARRIOR IN THE UNIVERSE! IT IS MY DESTINY!"

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"Hello, Brief's Residence!" Bulma chimed into the phone. "Please let it be Chichi… Please let everyone be okay!"

"Yes, Ms. Briefs-"

"That's MRS. Briefs now!" Bulma interrupted her receptionist. Technically it was 'Mrs. Vegeta-Briefs' but Bulma cringed at the off-tune-ness of the name.