First of All, I am Vegeta Ch.25

— Vegeta (Three Months Later) —

“Vegeta, come on, we’re going to be late!” Bulma shouted from downstairs as I straightened my tie. 

I let out a breath of frustration and defeat. 

For the first time in my life, Nappa had truly defeated me. 

I walked out of the room and down the stairs, where I saw a whole group waiting for me. 

Bulma, Raditz, Raunch, Launch, Turles, and Tights were all waiting at the front door wearing expensive suits and dresses.

“It’s about time.” Bulma smiled as I reached the bottom of the stairs and made my way over to them. Bulma’s belly had become noticeably bigger, not enough for people to believe she was pregnant at first glance truly, but she had clearly put on a noticeable amount of weight.

Which I wouldn’t be mentioning because I like my balls—and my tail.

“What took you so long, Prince Vegeta?” Raditz asked with a raised eyebrow, and a scowl formed on my face.

“The real question is, why am I even going at all?” I practically growled. Bulma placed a hand on my cheek, which calmed me down a bit, even if her teasing smile was mildly infuriating to look at. 

“Oh, come on, are you telling me you’re not happy for your Saiyan buddy?” Tights questioned with a smile very similar to Bulma’s. “Or are you just jealous that he’s become more influential than you, sweet Prince?” 

I raised an eyebrow at her. “Trust me, that has nothing to do with my…dissatisfaction.”

“And you’re sure about that?” Tights pushed.

“The day Prince Vegeta becomes jealous of Nappa is the day the Saiyan race burns to ashes.” Turles scoffed and glanced at Tights. “Refrain from riling up our Prince.” 

Tights just shrugged with a playful smile. 

“...Can we just go?” Raditz asked. The man looked as if he was the last person who wanted to go, but he knew that we had to. 

If we didn’t, Nappa wouldn’t shut the fuck up about it—ever. 

“Sounds good, babe.” Blonde-haired Launch smiled at her boyfriend, and we all made our way outside. 

Bulma reached into her cleavage and pulled out a capsule. She sent a sultry glance my way before she clicked it and threw it a good five meters away.

POOF

A puff of smoke appeared and as the smoke cleared, a rather large air-car appeared. It honestly looked more like a limousine that was capable of flight. 

Tights let out a whistle and grinned at her little sister. “You sure know how to make an entrance.” 

As everyone started making their way into the flying limo, I waited outside, perfectly content with flying in the air myself. There was something stuffy about being in tight spaces like a car, especially when I could just fly to get there; it seemed utterly pointless.

“Vegeta?” Bulma asked as she paused before getting in and looked back at me. “Are you not coming with us?” 

“Why should I? I can fly, Bulma.” I frowned, and she mirrored me.

“Because I want you to.” 

I don’t know why, but the way she said those words and the slightly pleading look on her face made me step forward and follow her into the limo. 

I had spent so much time in space, years of my life, I had to slaughter races and wipe out planets, all for a creature that I hoped to one day kill. 

My heart had grown cold at that time, so cold to anyone that wasn’t Raditz or Nappa, because, unlike a great deal of the Freeza soldiers, they were loyal to me, and more than that, they wanted to change, and they’d fight for it. 

I was a killer, I was ruthless, I was a warrior. 

Yet here I am, sitting in an expensive limo with a blue-haired woman clinging to my arm. My fiance, who had utterly calmed my heart and gave me a place where I could be at ease, where I could be at peace. 

This planet was changing me, and the longer I stayed here, the less I cared. Maybe this was for the best. 

— Later —

It took a couple of hours to reach our destination, Orange City, which was relatively far from West City where Capsule Corp was located, but Bulma’s inventions have some punch to them. 

Upon arriving, our group stepped out to see a crowd of people all around, watching us as we walked down a long path to a very expensive looking mansion. 

Fucking Nappa. 

“There sure are a lot of people.” Launch observed as she narrowed her eyes at the crowd. Her hand reached down to the slit in her dress where I was almost certain some type of submachine gun was carefully tucked. 

“You’ll get used to it, Launch, especially if Nappa ever decides to include Raditz in one of his big projects.” Tights chuckled and Raditz grimaced. 

“Prince Vegeta, when that day comes…please kill me.”

“It’ll be a shame to lose a good Saiyan, but I will respect your wishes, Raditz.” 

The girls laughed at our pain as we grew closer to the mansion, and as we walked up the stairs leading to the front of the house, I heard the voice of the man I wanted to see least.

“Veeegeeeeeeetaaaa!” 

I instantly stopped walking and cursed myself for the thousandth time. Why didn’t I ask the all-powerful god to fix Nappa’s stupidity?!

“Veeeeeeegeeeeeetaaaaaa!” 

“Nappa…” Raditz greeted as the large man stepped through the door and walked toward us with a grin on his large annoying face. 

“Raditz!” Nappa immediately threw an arm around the poor long-haired Saiyan the moment he reached us. “Thanks for coming!” 

“Thank you for having us, Nappa.” Tights smiled kindly at the larger man, clearly she was enjoying our pain. “Quite the party you’ve thrown here.” 

“Yup!” Nappa grinned. “It had to be done, only the biggest party for my director debut!”

“And we look forward to watching ‘The Rise,’ Nappa.” Bulma giggled as Nappa gestured for us to enter. 

“It’s gonna be great, Vegeta, just you wait!” Nappa threw his arm around me. I let out a sigh as he pulled me after the others. 

“God…damnit, Nappa.” 

“Come on Vegeta, I need you to meet someone!” Nappa pulled me another way and for the first time in my life, I sent a pleading look at Raditz's way. 

He offered me an apologetic frown and I closed my eyes, utterly resigning myself to my fate. 

Nappa expertly maneuvered us through the gathered crowd in the illustriously decorated mansion and led me over to a group that was talking in the far right corner of the main room.

“And I said, “If you ain’t got shit to say, then don’t say shit at all!” A man roared out, and the group around him broke out into laughter. 

“There he is, Vegeta.” Nappa pointed at the man, and upon hearing Nappa’s voice, the man turned around. 

Oh God…

“Nappa, there you are!” 

“It’s a good day to be rich, Satan.” Nappa laughed and clasped his hand with the last person I wanted Nappa to meet. 

“Damn true!” Hercule laughed heartily, and so did all the giggling buffoons around him. As his laughter teetered out, he glanced at me and raised his brow. “This a friend?”

“The bestest of friends!” Nappa gripped my shoulder tighter. “This is Vegeta, Vegeta, meet Hercule Satan, the future best damn actor this world’s ever seen.” 

“Aw, there’s no telling that’s what’s gonna happen.” Hercule blushed and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly as he let out a chuckle. 

“It’s destiny, Vegeta!” 

“I’m going to kill you, Nappa.” I said with the blankest face I could make. 

“Ah, Vegeta’s getting feisty! Ain’t that right, Vegeta?” 

“...” 

“Anyway Satan, enjoy the party, the world's gonna know your name, just you wait!” Nappa gave the man a thumbs up. 

“Let’s hope!” 

With those words, Nappa pulled me away. 

“Interesting guy, right, Vegeta?” 

“If he’s anything like you, he won’t live long enough for me to find out.” I narrowed my eyes at the larger man. 

“Ah, give him a chance, Vegeta.” Nappa smirked. “I found him on the streets, he was eating out of a dumpster, with nothing but his glorious mustache and a daughter to call his own. I gave him another chance, Vegeta, and a new name too!” 

“...Are you serious?” I asked in genuine shock. 

“Of course, Vegeta, this bad bitch doesn't lie.”

“...” 

For the first time in my life, Nappa had left me stunned by something other than his unending stupidity. 

“Good job, Nappa.” 

“Right?!” Nappa grinned and then looked forward and pointed. “Now, Vegeta, what do you say we turn this fucker up?!” 

I followed his gaze and where he was pointing to see a bar with shelves of alcohol and a fuckton of people hanging around. 

…When in Rome. 

“Fuck it, let’s go.” 

— Gohan —

“Why do I have to wear this though?” His father asked as he pulled at the red tie he was wearing. 

“Because you have to look presentable, Goku!” His mother scolded her husband with a deep frown. 

“But it’s stuffy!” Goku whined. 

“You look dashing, why complain about how it feels?” Chichi sent her husband a small smile and leaned into his chest. Goku relaxed and bit and looked back at Gohan who was utterly in awe of how many people were at this party. 

“There’s a lot of people here, maybe there’s some strong ones…” Goku wondered aloud and Gohan had to stifle down a laugh. His dad never changed, not even after dying. 

Gohan paused and the bad memories of his father’s death began to resurface, utterly killing his good time. 

He had been so scared back then, so afraid of what would happen going forward. 

His dad was the strongest, his dad could kill fish and bears with a single punch, yet he had been overpowered and killed by his uncle. 

It was a terrifying time, and it only grew more terrifying when Mr. Piccolo, his dad’s sworn enemy and rival, kidnapped him and forced him to fend for himself. 

A small smile came to Gohan’s face. Ironically, Mr. Piccolo kidnapping Gohan was the best thing that ever happened to him. 

He got to learn so much, see so much! 

He fought off monsters he couldn’t dream of facing in the past, learned survival skills to live on his own if need be, and the day Mr. Piccolo came back, he began to learn how to fight like a true fighter, a warrior and martial artist. 

Mr. Piccolo unknowingly had taught Gohan that life has many paths. Everyday before his dad died, he studied all kinds of things, and his main concern was what type of scholar he should focus on becoming, but Mr. Piccolo…he had taught Gohan that there was more in this world to love than books. 

The animals, the sky, the mountains that look as if they’re reaching out to the heavens.

Even space! 

There was so much to do, to see, to explore, and life was nowhere near limited to some books. 

Not to say Gohan didn’t like studying or anything like that, he loved to learn new things, and now Mr. Piccolo had given him new things to learn. 

“Why don’t you go explore, Gohan, let me know if you see anyone strong.” Goku offered and Gohan immediately nodded. 

“No!” His mother declined faster than he could move. “Why would you send our baby into a pile of strangers, Goku?!” Chichi glared. 

“Eh? Gohan can handle himself…” His father trailed off as his mother’s glare heated up significantly. 

“Nevermind, Gohan.” 

Gohan gave his father a wry smile and nodded. 

As much as he would have liked to explore and meet new people, he still had to listen to his mother and do right by her. 

Nonetheless, Gohan was excited to see more, even if he was limited by what his mother wanted. 

— Chapter End —

Author’s Note: Slice of Life time.

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