A Saiyan's Pride / Vegeta x Reader

Best Friends

"Gosh! Wow that food was so good! I think I might explode." Goku groaned, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his tummy. I laughed and finished off the last of my soup, "This planet has THE BEST food I've ever tasted, I swear!"

Gohan jumped up from the table, "Alright, I'm going to head out and drop off Goten!" Goku smiled proudly at his son, who was now a young adult. "Sounds great! See you two there, then!"

Goku and I couldn't decide if Gohan forgot about me being a Saiyan, or if he was just amazing at secret-keeping. We decided not to train in our Super Saiyan forms while Gohan and Goten were nearby... Which made today perfect for a quick fight!

Goku slowly became my best friend over the years. Why wouldn't he? After all, he was the only one who knew exactly who I actually was... mostly.

"Are you ready!?" He cheered when Gohan flew away. Without missing a beat, he grabbed my hand and practically dragged me to the backyard. "Haha! I think you should be asking yourself that question-"

Goku flew up in the air just to be followed closely by me. I was at the advantage to land the first punch of training. We fought silently for the most part now days- although when we first started training we would talk back to one another in the true Saiyan spirit. Now it would just be odd for us to repeat the same old insults to one another; we just focus and occasionally share a laugh.

I reduced my power back to my black haired basic form as I landed gently to the soil after a tedious fight, "You win this time, Goku... But don't expect the next time to go so well for you." Goku landed in front of me, powering down Super Saiyan as well, "Ah, come on! You think that was luck?"

"Let's go, Goku- Wouldn't want Bulma calling us to ask where we are after she invited us over... You know her invitations aren't negotiable." I brushed off my clothes then snuck my tail underneath of my shirt to hide it before flying off towards Capsule Corp.

Upon arrival, Goku and I were met by Bulma and Vegeta's son Trunks. "Hey, Trunks!" Goku cheered. His face lit up, "Oh hey, Goku and Y/N!"

I sometimes felt bad for that purple haired little boy... His mother and father hated one another... yet, they lived in the same house together and shared the same social circle. It was my understanding that Bulma and Vegeta both needed someone to turn to that night and they both regretted it after, although it wasn't enough to stop the baby that was introduced to her body.

"Come, Y/N!" Trunks demanded, a small but strong hand gripping mine and dragging me down the hall. I heard a feint wave of hello's from the adults who watched me getting practically dragged across the building.

Trunks let go of my hand when we made it to his playroom where Goten was already playing with a few toys, "Y/N!" He greeted cheerfully. "Hello, Goten... Are you boys having fun?"

They both nodded and I was handed a small truck to play with. I knelt down and decided to play along with their story.

Kids... They're so strange, yet the same on almost every planet. They're simply innocent and naive... but in the most wonderful way. I usually didn't get along with children, but these two half-Saiyans were something else.

It was closer to 10 minutes into playing with Trunks and Goten that I noticed Vegeta leaning against the door opposite of the one I entered through. His arms were tightly folded in front of his chest and his eyes were trained on every move we made. How long has he been standing there?

He could never admit it to himself, but he loved Trunks with all of his cold and miserable heart. Why else would he be watching so carefully at his son playing with Goten and me? He wanted to protect his son.

"Ah, man! Trunks, where did the red helicopter one go!?" Goten whined. The two started looking around themselves for it. "Um, I think you had it in your hand when I got here, Trunks... I can go get it for you two." I suggested; I needed to stretch my legs a bit anyway.

I made it to get the toy and then half way back down the hall with it before Vegeta appeared in front of me, which made me stop in my tracks. "Where do you think you're headed to, woman?" He growled, arms still folded neatly against his chest. "Your son left his toy in the other room, what's it to you?" I responded coldly.

The shadows from the hallway landing on his face really emphasized how scary this dude could be when he was short of pleased. "And he asked you to get it for him, did he?"

Honestly... what was with him? He always interrogates me for meaningless matters whenever he finds a moment to get me alone. Does he not trust me like everyone else does? It's been years... what have I honestly done to this man?

"Y-Yes... He d-did." I responded only after gulping down some air. Vegeta smirked, "What's wrong? I hope I am not making you uncomfortable..."

Vegeta slowly closed in on me like a cat hunting its prey. I backed up from the mighty Saiyan until I was corned with no escape. "Vegeta- back off."

Thank God.

The voice was from Piccolo, who was usually the one who came to aid me in situations such as that one. Vegeta gave Piccolo daggers with his eyes, then simply huffed and walked back to the playroom.

"Y/N, again... I am sorry for his rude behavior."  Piccolo told me. He was sweet to apologize, but he wasn't the one I wanted to hear it from. "Don't apologize for the insensitivity of those around you, Piccolo." I gave the Namek a small smile before returning back to give Trunks his toy.

I heard Vegeta's voice yelling at Trunks as I got closer to the room, "Strength is the only thing that matters in this world. Everything else is just a delusion for the weak!"

What on earth?

I stepped into the room to see Vegeta holding Trunks in the air by his arm and yelling at him. Goodness... what is he getting at this time? "Vegeta, you should really get that blood pressure of yours checked out... Your veins are about to hang it up and call it a day."

Vegeta released his son and stood up straight to cross his arms once more, "It's amazing how every time you open your mouth, you manage to prove you're an idiot." With that last comment, Vegeta gave one last 'hmpf' and walked out of the room.

"Are you okay, Trunks?" I asked, though I knew the answer was always somehow yes. "Yeah! Daddy saw Goten beat me up- he was upset I got overpowered.... Y/N, you found it!" He gasped at the realization that I was holding his toy.

I smiled and sat back down to play with the young Saiyans once more. What is honestly the matter with that arrogant man? Is he trying to make his son hate him by training him way too soon?

And why does he hate me so much? Does he actually remember me from when we were younger and doesn't think I remember who he is?

I hope that's not what it is.