Vegita's Story

Who
Vegita

What
Most people don't know the story of what happened between us. They don't understand it at all. How it could happen? I think they imagine her running to me with tears in her eyes over him or so. But that's not how it happened at all. As if I would ever want to be with someone who was so weak. The truth is I wanted her so I went for it. I'll tell you the story just so you know how it really went down.

Yes, this is the true story of how I, Vegita, Prince of all Saiyans stole Bulma Briefs from that idiot Yamcha. I am the real reason why we are together.

Why
I consciously, deliberately stole Bulma Briefs. But before I can even get into the story of HOW I did it there comes the question of Why. Why would I do it? Why would a Saiyan with so much pride even want to go after a woman who was "taken"? Sure you might say that it's pride to want to go after someone who is already taken. The pride that wont let you believe that a woman would want someone else more than you. Ah but Saiyan pride isn't quite like that. We're superior and we know it. That's our attitude. A Saiyan's pride is more likely to say, if she's too stupid to figure out I'm a better catch, then she's too stupid to be with. In fact, a Saiyan is more likely to kill her for her stupidity than try and steal her from someone else. That's how my Saiyan pride works… most of the time.

When that snot nosed brat from the future came and told us we were going to be killed by androids she was one of the first to speak. That girl that hung out with Kakaroth. But she wasn't so much a girl anymore. She had fight in her and she said she was going to do her best. She said that they wouldn't take her without a fight.

Guts. This woman had guts.

I knew it was futile, for such a weakling to try and fight. Still I was intrigued by her attitude. I already knew about her existence before, but this was the moment when I became drawn. She looked at me staring at her. I didn't look away. That would imply I was doing something wrong. So I stared at her unstartled, unmoved. After all, I had the right to look at who ever I wanted to for whatever reasons. I wanted her to be afraid but she didn't appear to be intimidated. I found yet another reason to be impressed.

That's when her sniveling boyfriend showed up and put an arm around her assuring her she'd be safe with him protecting her. I snickered at her and flew away.

No wonder she was talking about fighting. That boy couldn't safeguard himself much less anyone else. If she had to rely on him, she probably would have been dead a long time ago. That's why she had to worry her "pretty little head" as the fool put it. I had a strange desire to solve this problem. If I killed him it would give her a chance to pair up with someone much stronger, someone able to protect her so she wouldn't have to worry about these sorts of things.

I considered different people, that bald headed monk but he seemed to be a little on weak side as well, the ugly pig man, Tien, the old man, Piccolo. When I couldn't think of someone suitable enough, I even considered Kakaroth if she didn't mind second best. Too bad he was already married to a shrew and already had an heir.

An heir. I didn't have one. I don't know why it dawned on me in that very second but it did. There wasn't any pitiful earth creature strong enough to protect her. Piccolo, although not really in the running, was an asexual. It dawned on me that the only male good enough for her would have been me. I immediately dismissed the thought.

Saiyan pride. I was too good for her. If she didn't realize I was a much better catch than Yamcha then she was too stupid to… An invading thoughts interrupted me from finishing that first one. She was the daughter of a brilliant scientist and she herself was a brilliant scientist. How could she be too stupid? My Saiyan pride had morphed. Suddenly I wasn't so confident in the stupidity of other people. Well, no, I was pretty confident that all the people of earth were stupid, all except for Bulma Briefs.

I pondered, trying to justify why she hadn't fallen all over me trying to convince me to allow her bask in my presence, to be mine. It's not like anyone ever really did that before. Fall all over me. Maybe an occasional nutcase did. I didn't have the opportunity to even process it with Freezer over me. I purged planets and didn't associate with anyone on there. Of those that did clamor after me, to them it was more of a desperate measure to save their miserable pathetic existence. When females did that, it made me want to do away with them faster. This is the part of my personality that she must have known and nothing else. I was beginning to understand why she would want to stay away from me. It was her sense of survival that kept her from wanting me.

I wracked my brains. If not with me then why Yamcha of all the humans on earth, why him? I wanted to find out why she liked him. I was convinced she just didn't have all the facts. If she had all the facts she would know just how undesirable that puny cretin was.

Suddenly my desire to be stronger grew and I didn't understand then just how much it was related to these passing thoughts. To me I had so many reasons. Kakaroth already achieved super Saiyan status. I couldn't be second best.. not to Kakaroth and certainly not to Yamcha. Once I beat everyone, Bulma would see that. I had confidence in her intelligence. That given a choice and all the information, she would choose me.

I went to capsule corp. and imposed on the Briefs family again. Again I used their facilities and trained making sure this time that the woman observed. In the beginning it wasn't my intention to claim her. I just wanted to open her eyes to the truth. If she wanted me, at least I would be assured that her brain was working right. I wanted to be assured that I admired her intelligence for a reason.

Not long after I arrived the woman surprised me with a gift of sorts. A gravity room. She had been working on it for some time. Perhaps it was for Yamcha. I tested it out and put the gravity up half way. I was caught off guard by the tremendous force behind it, but it wasn't enough.

Did she really think Yamcha could handle this amount of force? Was she deceiving herself? I refused to believe she was that stupid. If she made it for him then why did she give it to me? I didn't consider that. My logic was a bit confused. I turned the knob up all the way and struggled with the weight on me. I could definitely see some results if I trained under this amount of gravity. However, I would soon surpass it I knew. If she made it for Yamcha she was grossly overestimating his ability through some sort of wishful thinking, and if she made it for me, she underestimated me completely. Well if she thought I was that weak I'd just have to show her just how strong I really was.

I broke the machine. On purpose.

At dinner she asked me if I was getting any results with the machine. I didn't say anything back. She continued to blab on about how she had made it to simulate Planet Vegita's gravity. For now that the machine didn't go that high. She would have to make a few adjustments for the gravity to increase. She explained that even though at maximum right now might not be too tough it would yield some results in the meantime until she could adjust the machine.

She couldn't have known how much she stroked my ego. She researched me. She anticipated my increase of strength. She already knew the machine wasn't sufficient to train me so she had plans on improving it to adjust to my needs. I was overwhelmed somehow.. she she. Why did I care?

I stood up and told her I broke it. I didn't exactly word it that way. I smugly looked at her and told her that I destroyed the stupid machine because it wasn't strong enough. I think I called her stupid, harpy, hag, wench, woman or something like that. You see, it had been such a long time since someone's eyes were on me. Sure people were afraid of me, but not to the extent that they used to be. I was so used to berating others as a reaction to the fear they emitted, the attention I got from my commanding force. It was like purring. She stroked my ego, I purred, albeit somewhat distastefully. The machine was for me. There was no Yamcha in the picture, and my cocky confidence was renewed.

I expected her to take what I had just said and go. Instead she stared at me blankly for a second before letting out a most piercing scream forcing me to cover my highly sensitive Saiyan ears. I yelled at her to shut her big fat mouth because I could hear her fine. Yeah even with my ears covered I could hear her, at least what she was saying. She asked me if I thought she was the only one she helping. She said she had a lot of projects to do and she had to help Yamcha too.

I didn't hesitate to tell her that it was a waste of time. Yamcha. All she was doing was making him leaner for the androids lunch. An exercise in futility. Yamcha was dead meat. I could make her see that in two seconds and how I wanted to. I had already killed him once and I so desperately wanted to do it again. I… didn't want her to waste her time building stuff for him.

I wanted her to focus on me. Her prince. In that moment I forgot. I forgot she wasn't Saiyan. I forgot I wasn't really her prince, I forgot she was a weakling earth creature. I could only see her strength being wasted. And it bothered me more than anything that she didn't see it that way.

Saiyan pride. I remembered it. The point wasn't killing him, the point was that she needed to want me more than him. If she didn't, I'd have to class her with every other stupid creature on this planet. Course I didn't understand it completely then. If I did I would have tried to stop myself. I was trying to win her. I wasn't acting on typical Saiyan pride. I was actually trying to steal her. Why, because I found someone who reminded me of Saiyan strength. She reminded me.. of home. Why else would I call myself her prince. When I look back at that time, I can definitely say that that is why I decided to steal her.

I looked back at her and asked as politely as I could that she build me a new machine, one that was worthy of me

When
Don't get me wrong. Please don't. I wasn't blind. I noticed her all right. She was gorgeous. Absolutely and definitively the most beautiful woman on the planet. If you want I could tell you her measurements right now. Heck, I could have told you then too. NO I was not a perv. I didn't fantasize about her day and night. It's just that when you are used to staring at people for no particular reason you sort of pick these things up. I could tell you Yamcha's measurements but really no one would be impressed.

If you think about it, staring, or glaring as it were, can be a way of showing superiority or it could be something else. With Yamcha it was definitely the first, with Bulma it was definitely something else. All I knew about the way I looked at her was that it was… something else. I always wanted to be stronger when I looked at her. Not stronger than, stronger for. I should have known then, but I didn't.

Bulma had managed to build me another gravity room. It was made much more sturdy than the previous one with higher power settings. She had built Yamcha some 'droids to battle as well. I saw when she gave them to him. She smiled at him and he back at her. He thanked her dorkily. Sorry. Its just that everytime I saw him I thought he was the biggest dork. For all her hard work he never used them to train. I know because I followed him a few times. What an idiot. Why did she have to waste any energy on him? The 'droids were obviously to train him in agility. How to dodge and parry how to quicken his pace undetected. Granted they were at a low level but still.

Yamcha annoyed me to no end. He came around occasionally. I could always smell his stench when he did come. I didn't understand why he would not visit more often. He was training nearby as well. Maybe he was afraid of me. Oh who am I kidding, he definitely was afraid of me. That pleased me. However, oddly enough his absence bothered me more than his presence. He kept his distance from his woman on purpose. Even when I wasn't there he wasn't around much. I had a suspicion that he was keeping her distant in order to manipulate her. Why was I so concerned? I should have known then, but I didn't.

My annoyance with Yamcha became so severe that I went to his training spot and I waited for him. Me, Vegita no Ouiji, Prince of all Saiyans waited for a pathetic earth creature to show up. I know why I waited, I was instigating. I wanted a confrontation somehow. When he did show up, he was scared out of his mind. I sigh when I think about it. It didn't turn out how I expected. I thought I was going to crush him. Somehow I had images of me hurting him either quickly or slowly. Instead, I walked straight up to him and then I did the most amazing thing, I walked right past him. I turned on a droid. I dodged it quite easily and then I destroyed it just as easily. I looked at him. In a way I wanted to destroy them all, in a way I didn't. It wasn't really worth my time. I turned the remaining 3 'droids on and left yamcha to fend for himself against them. He shouldn't have dismissed Bulma's work so easily. The fact of the matter was that I was more interested in defending her work than eliminating him. I should have known it then, but I didn't.

When I considered the 'droids I realized that Bulma was trying to give him a chance to survive. She gave me a gravity chamber to work on strength, attack power. She knew I was one of the… excuse me THE forerunner for attacking the 'droids. I had smirked thinking about how highly she thought of me. Yamcha's only choice was to try survive. He would need agility for that. She wasn't oblivious to his weakness. Her actions were based on reality. She truly didn't believe he was the hero she said he was. It was then when a strange thought crept into my mind. That if I looked deeper into this I'd find that she wanted him to survive and she didn't care if I did or not. This… disturbed me.

When I had gone home I demanded that she build me some 'droids. Ones that were much stronger than Yamcha's weak pathetic ones. As you know, I didn't destroy the 'droids because of the fact that it was bulma's work. Also in the front of my mind was another reason. If I destroyed these 'droids, she would make her focus on working on his projects again. I wanted her to think about me. I didn't want to share. Did I know it then? I can't remember.

Not too long later Yamcha did the stupidest thing yet. My Saiyan ears overheard him say that another girl was interested in him. To Bulma. She didn't say much to him. He mentioned that she was pretty and he had just seen her that day. The more he went on about this girl the bigger the grin on my face became.

Really he didn't reek of another female when he came over. I had spied on him a couple of times. I was searching for a reason without knowing it. I wanted to catch him with another woman. It frustrated me that I never did though. I think a part of me did respect his territory because of this. Because he was faithful. The most he did was stammer over other women.

I knew there was no other woman. He was incapable of communication with women. He always stiffened when talking to someone. What an idiot. He was trying to screw with her mind. I couldn't stand it. The thought that was tinkering in the back of my head finally surfaced and I became conscious of all those things that manifested themselves through kiddish jealousies. She deserved better. She was too brilliant to be with such an idiot and he obviously didn't want her. I did! This is when I consciously, deliberately decided to steal Bulma from him.

How
What can I say hind sight is 20/20. It was too late for me to be worried about Saiyan pride and why this and why that. My desire was full blown at this point. I couldn't gently or forcefully stop myself from liking her or wanting her and I had no desire to. While I admitted it freely to myself, I pretended a lot. I pretended I was the same person when really I wasn't exactly.

Oh, when it came to fighting and hating people I was the same. I still wanted to kill goku and I still wanted to kill Yamcha. Even more so when I knew why. If I killed him the dragon balls wouldn't be able to revive him, right. I knew it was impossible. She would hate me forever if I killed him. If killing him was out of the picture before, now it was even more so. Fantasizing about it wouldn't be healthy. That was how I changed. I cared how I affected her. It wasn't as selfless as you might think. How I affected her affected me. If I made her feel too bad, I wouldn't have much of a shot.

For the weeks that passed, I saw even less of Yamcha. I was very pleased with that. It wouldn't have helped me or him if I saw him again. Bulma was more beautiful than ever. I remember. I stared at her often. She yelled at me a couple of times for glaring at her the way I did. Course I told her that I could stare at who I wanted to when I wanted to. Eventually, I think she got used to me staring at her. I don't know if she understood quite why I did that. I allowed myself the occasional pleasure of staring at her without a scowl on my face. It was more enjoyable that way. She never saw when I did that though. If she looked I would scowl again.

I was always formulating a plan as to how to get her to notice me or think about me. I didn't always train in the GR. If she was out of the house I would take that opportunity for some speed and distance training. I would phaze in and out around her, pretending to ignore her as if by chance I had stumbled across her. I could sense her. I had become an expert at sensing her and where she was. Our "chance" run-ins would increase. And that would put me in her mind. I was improving and I wanted her to know it.

When she was in the house I demanded she cook for me. Yeah I was hungry but I could get food anywhere. Goku's harpy could have provided the meals if I was that desperate and she would have. Demanding food from her had two purposes. Not only would she be forced to care for me as servants did their prince but it would be a great time for some quality conversation. Of course to everyone else it was arguing but for me it was great conversation.

I never cared if she was slightly miffed at me. At least I would be in a very strategic place if she was. In her mind. So long as I didn't do anything crazy like blow up the earth or kill any of her friends, I wouldn't really jeopardize anything. The funny thing about all this running around was that I couldn't read if any of it was working or not.

I was in the GR training myself into dizzying unconsciousness busy contemplating this. I had trained for a satisfactory amount of time, which is a lot of time for a Saiyan, and I was about to exit when I saw something that made me decide to stay just a little longer. Yamcha had come around and I saw him enter the house. I had forgotten about him. Probably because he never scared me. Common sense said, get your butt in there. Get in between him and Bulma. Instead, I decided that I would work my body some more trying to test its limits. Confronting this situation like a jealous nutcase would not do anything for my image. It was wrong for me, the Prince of all Saiyans, to do on every level. It would practically be an admission of… weakness.

I stayed just a little bit longer… tweaked up the level a bit. And then I stayed a little bit longer some more turning up the power level again. And again till finally,

BOOM !!!

I was in deep trouble. No one would care about me. I was alone. I was always alone. I always would be alone. If I could talk I would demand someone get the rubble off of me, but I couldn't. The GR had exploded and I didn't have enough time to move out of the way.

I knew they would be on their way because of the explosion and indeed I did hear their footsteps approaching.

She yelled at me about the house. There it was. The proof that she wasn't interested in me or my well being. That she didn't even care. All she cared about was the house. Her property and the fact that I almost destroyed it. My death would have been irrelevant. She was too Saiyan in that moment and I was attracted as always. Then I passed out. What an unSaiyan thing to do. Fine the blast was more than I had anticipated and it caused me to pass out but did I, when I trying to show my strength as a challenger, did I have to simply "faint" like some sissy girl.

I didn't know until later what all had transpired when I was out cold. But I do remember waking up having an oxygen mask strapped to my face. Looking around the room I saw her sleeping form in the room. What was she doing there? Had she been worried about me? I remember thinking how human it was of her. Weak right?

It wasn't too long after that that I went straight back into the GR to train. My first day back, her angry face appeared before me on the screen yelling at me. She demanded to know why I was training in the GR. For a second I thought she was worried about my exploding the GR again on account of her recognizing my strength. But then she said that I was in no condition to be training right now.

What an irritation. I asked her if she wanted to die because of the android threat. She, of course said no. I yelled that she should leave me alone then. She had some strange look on her face before the screen disappeared.

She worried about me…. Irritation. UnSaiyan and very human. Disgust.

She worried about me. At least… she cared. I realized then that my plan had worked, she had the hots for me. After that it was easy pickings. That's how I got us together.