First of All, I am Vegeta Ch.18 (Patreon)

I walked into the ship and looked around, grinning at the Saiyans and lone Namekian, who all turned to me. 

“Prince Vegeta, you’ve returned.” Turles greeted, giving me a small bow. 

“Indeed, I’m glad the Earthlings have cleared out; they’d only get in the way,” I said as I walked over to the group.

“I think they’ll surprise you.” Kakarot smiled knowingly at me, and I responded with a frown. 

I’m the one with canon knowledge, and I know for a fucking fact that they don’t come close to surprising me.

No, actually, they did surprise me. I thought they would have given up sooner around the androids, but they persisted all the way up to the Tournament of Power. That deserves some praise I suppose.

“If they do, it’ll be good for all parties.” I crossed my arms, my frown growing as Kakarot goofily grinned at me. “Even if I doubt your words will come true.” 

“We’ll see, Vegeta.” He chuckled. 

God, he looked really punchable right now. 

“We’re here to train!” I shouted suddenly, looking at the others. “Kakarot is with me, the rest of you can group up as you please, I couldn’t care less as long as you grow.” 

“Right!” / “Vegeta!” Raditz and Nappa shouted, making me raise an eyebrow at the latter man. 

“...What Nappa?” 

“Can I fight the bald one, Vegeta?” He asked. I looked at the gathered group and only saw one person that he could possibly be talking about.

“Ask him, not me!” I glared, turning my attention to the grinning Kakarot. “Tell me, what gravity are we starting with?” 

“Well, I’m pretty sure everyone here should be able to handle ten times, right?” Kakarot answered/asked, looking at everyone and earning small nods or no responses at all. 

“I’m taking that as a yes. If you fall behind, get lost.” I stepped past them and made my way to the console, entering times ten Earth’s gravity and pressing the button. 

Instantly, I felt the weight hit my body, but it wasn’t even all that bad. There were plenty of planets beside Vegeta that have 10x Earth’s Gravity; some even had a bit higher, so ultimately, this was nothing.

I turned around and smirked at Kakarot-

FWOOOSH

My energy exploded out of me as I pointed at the second-strongest Saiyan in the room. 

“Ready for our rematch, Kakarot?” 

He returned my smirk with a determined grin of his own as his energy began to dance around him. 

“No blasts, and avoid any environmental damage. Breaking the very thing that grants us power would be the height of stupidity.” I laid down the rules, earning a quick nod from Kakarot. That was all I needed to start my assault. I rushed him, earning a look of surprise from him as he narrowly managed to block the attack. 

“What the hell, Vegeta?!” 

“What’s so surprising, Kakarot?” I asked, sending a knee into his gut, making him keel over before punching him hard in the face, sending him back a few feet. 

“Y-You didn’t countdown…You didn’t even say “start” or anything like that!” 

“Kakarot.” I crossed my arms, scowling at him. “Do you think Freeza is gonna say “start” when it comes time to clash with him?” 

The orange-gi-wearing Saiyan picked himself off the ground and dropped back into his stance. 

Good, he didn’t even continue complaining. 

I dropped into my own stance and looked around the room for a moment. 

At that moment, I saw Gohan and Piccolo fighting Nappa, and Raditz fighting Turles. The last thing I noticed was Kakarot’s fist slamming into my face, forcing me to take a step back. 

“Thought you knew better, Vegeta! No looking away in a fight!” He shouted, launching another punch at me, which I caught with ease before bitch slapping him away. 

I could get used to this guy…

— Bulma Briefs (Later in the Night)—

Bulma sat in her lab, examining Vegeta’s scouter and deciphering the pieces and their functions—only she couldn’t focus. 

She dropped the screwdriver she was holding and placed her hand on her breast. Flashbacks of what had occurred just hours earlier flashed in her mind. 

If there was one thing Bulma knew in this world, it was that she couldn’t control what happened around her, she could only control what she involved herself in. That was something she had to learn when existing one hundred meters from Goku. Though one thing she felt she was always in control of was her relationship with Yamcha. 

Yamcha was respectfully the bottom in the sense that he typically listened to her and did what she said with the exception of growing a pair of balls and actually acting like a man. 

Yet Vegeta had come into her life, and before she knew it, he had reintroduced her to having no control over a situation. When she was being plowed by him, she couldn’t have pushed him away if she wanted to, in that moment she was his to do with as he pleased.

And even now…she grew wet to that thought. 

Saiyans truly are something else. 

Knock 

Bulma’s heart skipped a beat, then sped up rapidly. Who could be at the door at this hour? She clenched her thighs together tight to stop the dripping liquid from escaping her womanhood. 

Deep in her heart, she knew who it was. He had come back to dominate her again. 

Bulma’s breathing slowed as she stood up and stared at the door with hazy vision. Slowly, she walked over to the door, stopping just in front of it with her fingers on the lock. 

If she opened this door…if she let Vegeta come in here and take control again-

There was no going back. 

Bulma turned the lock and opened the door. Her shuddering body came to a complete halt as a man she hadn’t been expecting was standing there. 

“Hey…B-Bulma…you got time?” Yamcha stuttered out, rubbing the back of his head nervously while looking away from her. 

All the raging lust she had just felt moments before began to dissipate rapidly, and in its place, burning fury emerged.

Bulma glared at Yamcha, and as the two made eye contact, the martial artist quickly averted his gaze again. 

All this time she had been worked up, thinking it was the Saiyan Prince that was about to come and make her his, but instead, it was just her spineless Ex wanting to talk?! All those feelings she just went through, all for nothing! 

“What the hell do you want, Yamcha?” Bulma crossed her arms under her bust.

“Uh…to talk?” He asked with a small chuckle, but Bulma was not amused. She glared at him for a few seconds before letting out an annoyed huff. 

“You have three minutes.” 

Yamcha didn’t waste any time following Bulma into the room. The blue-haired woman sat in her seat, and continued fiddling with the alien technology.

“Talk.” She ordered. 

“Well…” Yamcha started nervously before shaking his head and regaining his confidence. “Listen, Bulma, I don’t think the Saiyans should be here.” 

Bulma paused in her work to look back at Yamcha with a raised eyebrow. “Why not?” 

“I-I just don’t trust them, especially not after what that Raditz guy did!”

Bulma fell into her thoughts, contemplating his words. He wasn’t necessarily wrong. The Saiyans didn’t exactly have the greatest track record in anyone’s minds, especially with their former profession in mind.

While Bulma was working on the ship, she had plenty of time to pick Vegeta’s mind when it interested her, and he was pretty open about the life they lived up until now. Conquering planets and killing trillions all in the name of that Freeza guy. 

Though, there was one dent that she wondered if Yamcha had considered yet.

“It doesn’t matter if we can trust them or not. The Saiyans are scared of that Freeza guy, which means they won’t try anything until he’s dead.” She reasoned, returning to her work. 

“And what happens after?!” Yamcha clenched his fist in anger and worry.

“If they act up, Goku can just beat them like he always does.” She shrugged. 

“Don’t you see what’s going on, Bulma?!” Yamcha approached her desk and placed his hands on it, making her pause in her work once more to frown at him. “They’re keeping us Earthlings out of the training; why would they do that?! They even have Piccolo, the Demon King, training with them! It’s clear they want to train up their forces and recruit Piccolo; then, Goku won’t stand a chance, and we’ll be too weak to contest any of them!” 

Bulma actually paused at that for a long moment. 

That was…a very real concern. 

Piccolo, in the eyes of Goku and Gohan, wasn’t as bad as everyone else saw him, but in the end, Goku was Goku, and Gohan had been raised by the guy for a year. He was a loose screw, one that could pop out and mess up everything if left untightened. 

“I understand, and I’ll do something about that, but until then, stop worrying so much.”

“I can’t stop worrying.” Yamcha shook his head. “Not when you’re around them so much.” 

Bulma dropped her screwdriver and looked at Yamcha. Shock filled her features before it was replaced with a burning glare. “What?” 

Yamcha reeled back a bit from the pure anger in those words. “Uh, B-Bulma-” 

“I don’t know if you’ve forgotten, but I’m not yours to worry about anymore!” She shouted, standing up and getting in his face. “I’m also not some frail thing that needs saving every second, especially not from situations that I have made for myself! Where the fuck was this concern when we were dating anyway?!” 

“Bu-”

“No, don’t answer that.” She shook her head. “We’re done, that’s that. Find some other bimbo to blindly let you protect her. Maybe try your fanclub.” 

“Bulma, ple-”

“Leave.”

Yamcha looked at Bulma in disbelief for a long moment before turning away and walking out of the room, closing the door behind him. Once she heard his footsteps get further and further away, she locked the door and sat back at her desk, dropping her head in her hands. 

That wasn’t how she wanted that to go, but he pissed her off.

And now, she has Alien Conquerors to worry about and a headache. How could this night get any worse? 

Knock

She frowned, clutching her head tighter before exploding out of her chair with a look of pure rage. She walked over to the door and flung it open. 

“What the fuck did I tell you-” She shouted, pausing immediately when she realized the man at the door was not Yamcha. 

“Do I even want to know?” Vegeta asked, looking unamused. 

Bulma’s body froze as she stared at the Saiyan Prince, her previous lust returning in full and hitting her like a ton of bricks.

“J-Just come inside…” She turned around and walked in, leaving the Prince standing at the door. 

“You’re a very strange woman…” 

— Chapter End —

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