Taming the Saiyan Prince: Bulma and Vegeta

XXXIX

Chapter 39

Last time on Dragon Ball Z…

"I'm sure Kakkarot will try to do the same, don't you think? Now if any of you would like to take on Cell or the androids while I'm away be my guest! I'll be back to finish the job once you failed!" Without waiting for their response, Vegeta once again took to the air. His veins pulsing in delight at the prospects that lay ahead. He might have experienced some setbacks earlier today but he was a true warrior and "giving up" was not in this Saiyan's vocabulary! "I will train like never before! I will push my body to its limits and beyond… I will do everything until I ascend and I am the most powerful being in the universe!"

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Vegeta stood, once again, on top of a rocky cliff. But this time he wasn't blowing up his surroundings, instead he stood perfectly still trying to think of a way to ascend past the Super Saiyan level. "This should be a good spot to contemplate my future." Vegeta closed his eyes, slowly clearing his mind. Just when he was ready to begin his intense thought process an annoying and now-familiar ki was making its way towards him. "Ugh! The brat…"

Sure enough Trunks landed confidently behind him in a matter of seconds. "What were you talking before, Vegeta?"

"Go away, boy, I don't have time to play babysitter right now!" His father growled, refusing to even turn around and face him.

Trunks clenched his fists angrily, "I'm not leaving! How is it possible to ascend beyond the Super Saiyan level?"

"Why should I tell you?" Vegeta smirked, "You are too weak to actually do it anyways!"

"I AM NOT WEAK!" Trunks roared. Vegeta may have been his father but the boy could only take so much of the Prince's haughty attitude. Being called 'weak' was the biggest insult in his eyes and the Demi-Saiyan began to feel an anger rumbling in his stomach that threatened to spread over his entire body. He was still unable to believe that the arrogant man who stood before him was his father and the same man that his mother had mourned for, for so long. Trunks took a deep breath, trying to calm down. But this was difficult when Vegeta watched him with a look of sick amusement on his face.

"The boy is so much like the woman it's scary. Look at him going to outburst to calm- outburst to calm!" The Saiyan finally turned around towards him, crossing his arms and glaring down at him as if he were nothing but a pebble in his boot.

"I'm here to train with you," Trunks stated finally.

It took everything within Vegeta to keep his jaw from dropping at the boy's impudence. First of all the way he said it was a command not a question and the Prince was displeasingly shocked that his own son would dare give him orders! Second of all he trained alone- he didn't need anyone else's help to become the strongest warrior in the universe much less an overconfident teenage boy! And third Vegeta was not Kakkarot; he had no desire to spend quality father-son bonding time during a training session. Training was work not a sentimental pastime and he didn't need Trunks, who had the woman's eyes, getting in his way! If it had been anyone but his son, Vegeta probably would have just blasted them to the next dimension but there was a hopeful and determined look in Trunks' eyes that reminded Vegeta of his himself as a child. It was then that it hit him: The androids were to Trunks and Frieza was to himself. But the Prince's pride would never allow him to show the boy any affection even with this fact in mind. "I train with no one! You will only get in my way so why don't you just run back to that blasted woman, Momma's Boy?"

Trunks' teeth grinded together furiously but he would refused to let his father's immature comments get to him. "I don't care what you say, Father, I am not leaving!" Deep down he hoped that Vegeta really did want to train with him but his arrogance was blinding him. "I can't give up hope in him…no matter how much he wants me to!"