DBZ: The Princess Saga (Vegeta x Reader)

Ch. 1: And So it Begins

    "I hate having to wear shit like this," The prince grumbled, tugging at his wrist cuffs and fidgeting with the golden buttons fixed upon them. His tail swished around in annoyance behind him as he glared at the damned things. He was wearing a cream top, with puffed out sleeves be fit for royalty and the likes. While the sleeves billowed around his muscular arms, the piece encasing his chest was tightly fit; it was very different from his usual attire, but then again this wasn't a normal night. You reached forward and smoothed out his collar, buttoning three of the five buttons leading to his neck.

    "I know you do," you replied, moving away to hand him the dark black button up vest that would be worn over top of the flowing shirt. He snatched it from your hands as he slid it on, rolling his eyes as he waited for you to button it for him. It matched nicely with his black dress shoes and pants, and his tail flicked about one last time before it wrapped around his waist and snaked its way through his belt loops tightly.

    "Don't give me that mocking tone, woman." He growled as he shoved you away. You took this all in stride, as it was your job. "Don't get so close to me either." He was especially grumpy today.

    "My prince, it's my duty to ensure you're ready for events like this as well as to keep you protected during them." You replied calmly. "Standing close to you is something I'm forced to do as your maid and part of your royal guard."

    He grunted at that as you grabbed his cloak off the mannequin and began to walk back over to him. "Please, as if you'd be better at protecting me than I would be at defending myself. I'm at least three times as strong as you."

    You smiled as you clipped on the golden buttons of the cape, both of which displayed his family's insignia, onto his shoulders and affixed the golden chain that connected the two so that it lay across his chest. "Of course that's true, but my purpose is to prevent you from having to waste energy on things that are minuscule in comparison to your power."

    You reached over his shoulders and began to pull the cape out, allowing it to fan behind him. Your breathing must have bothered him as he shoved you away again.

    "Get off me woman, that's too damn close," he growled, turning away from you as the royal blue cape swept out behind him.

    "Of course my prince." You could see the tips of his ears heat up.

    "Stop calling me that." He spat.

    "Yes my prince."

    "Woman, you are testing my patience today."

    "Last time I didn't use honorifics in front of guests, your majesty, you threatened to send me to an uninhabited planet to die."

    He glanced over his shoulder at you again, his brows tightly knit together as he regarded you. "I'd never actually do that to you."

    "Sometimes it's hard to tell, Vegeta." You giggled slightly.

    He did not like the way you called him your prince, but somehow referring to him by his first name bothered him even more right now. The way it rolled off your tongue gave him goosebumps and sent a chill down his spine. "Don't call me that either."

    "As you wish your highness," you bowed and smirked up at him.

    "Think of something else," he growled. "I won't have you mocking me this entire event."

    "Okay Veggie." That one was your favorite.

    His tail bushed up around his waist before he quickly huffed and turned away from you. "You know I hate it when you call me that, knock it off."