The Prince's Adviser [Vegeta x Saiyan! Female! Reader]

Chapter 9~ Vegeta, the Prince of Pink Shirts, and a Mysterious Super Saiyan?!

Year 764 ([Name]= 14, Vegeta= 32)

Speak of the devil indeed--

It appears, after being mentioned, that Vegeta had crash-landed into the Briefs' Compound. Quite ironic, in and of itself, and surely random. Yamcha, for some reason, seemed the most upset with development. Not Bulma, or any of her family, just Yamcha-- It was a little odd to [Name], but-- She, after setting the book down, shook it off and followed after the blue haired woman.

Bulma had stomped over to the crater left in the yard, watching the Prince step right out, though covered in scratches. Had he been training so much to ail himself that far? Or, did he get most of those injuries from the fall? As much as the adviser was curious, she wasn't completely sure if that was still her place, considering the amount of times her boss has ditched her thus far.

"You've got some nerve showing up here!" Yamcha yelled, walking besides [Name] as she walked up. He was, maybe, twenty feet behind Bulma, and five feet from [Name], both of whom looked at him as soon as he dared to speak a word to the Prince. Who only growled and looked to Bulma, then his adviser.

"Heh-- Yeah. And, you have the right to tell me anything, weakling. You perished to Saibamen; I don't have to listen to you." He hissed, now turning his gaze back to the human who dared to voice any sort of concern with him. How annoying. He thought he had the right to? Hmm... What a funny joke. He grumbled, hopping up for a second and flying, only to land, gingerly, in front of Yamcha with a smug grimace on his face. "Puny Earth-dweller--"

"You!" Bulma muttered, before the young female Saiyan could do her royal duties, pointing her finger to Vegeta. "Leave Yamcha alone. We have enough to worry about, without him being injured. Got it?" She huffed, and sniffled the air, only to frown and cover her nose in the process. "Get over here. You need a bath-- I swear, I could smell you from East City." She grumbled, stalking off and expecting the Prince to follow. He did.

"I--!!! I could smell you from... East... City..." He growled, lowering his head and crossing his arms firmly over his chest with a deep rumble leaving his vocal cords. He was sure he could deal with this human; he did when he had that time in between Namek and leaving. And, surely, the whole time he was gone, [Name] survived her. So-- He surely could! With a few grumbles, he followed her inside, listening to what she demanded. This would only last until he had a new ship to leave, Goku in his grasps, or a reason to stay.

"I-- Wow." Yamcha seemed to come-to, from his small, minute moment of shock. [Name], at his side, wore a look of pain, and... well, the only emotion he could properly read from her was pain. There were other emotions, but-- he couldn't quite put a finger to it. "Well-- At least he's back, yes?" He asked the female before him, taking a step towards her and ruffling her hair gingerly.

"..." She was silent at first, staring at the wreckage and watching as Dr. Briefs had run out, frowning at the damage. Before deciding to work on it. "Ah... Yes." She muttered, and looked at Yamcha behind her with a soft smile, a red tinging her cheeks. When he cocked his brow, giving her face a better look, she turned away from him and looked back to the mess. "I can help you, Dr. Briefs!" And, then the teen scurried to help, breaking their contact. It was then, that everything slowed down for them.

While everyone but the Saiyans, and now Krillin, too, had gone back to the balcony, [Name] helped Dr. Briefs with the mess of the yard. Vegeta was in the shower on the third floor, cleaning himself since Bulma says he smells bad. Oh well. Everyone was bantering and enjoying themselves. And, the human woman was constantly in and out, dealing with Vegeta until she sighed, walking over to the edge of the balcony and looking to the young Saiyan female in the grass, with the woman's father, cleaning up the metal scraps.