A Saiyan's Pride / Vegeta x Reader

World Martial Arts Tournament

The check in process was insanely tedious, but luckily it was all over now and we only needed to draw the numbers to see who we would be paired with.

Great... a 6- looks like I will be fighting Vegeta in the first round.

"Ah, come on! I have to fight the woman first!?" Vegeta huffed. "That's hardly even a warm up!"

I balled my fists up, man, I'd love to be able to beat the shit out of that arrogant Saiyan... Too bad I'll have to hold back.

Who knows, maybe I'll still win.

"Come on Vegeta, suck it up and let's watch the junior division." Piccolo flatly demanded.

The junior division didn't take as short of time as I had anticipated; in fact, they were running late. They were now down to the final match- Goten and Trunks. I wasn't sure who to cheer for, so I just gladly watched the insane battle before my eyes.

Trunks and Goten both put up an amazing fight, but in the end, Trunks came out on top. "Yay, Trunks!" Bulma screamed. I glanced at Bulma, but then to Vegeta, who was.... smiling?

I bet he didn't expect anyone to see that smile, did he?

Vegeta was proud of his son for winning the entire junior tournament; not that Trunks would ever hear his father utter those words.

Vegeta was left alone to enjoy the moment. Who would I be to ruin that moment for a father?

I followed the group back to the waiting area for the fighters. "Look, woman, don't expect me to go easy on you because I'm stronger than you... I'm only here to fight Kakarot." Vegeta growled to me. "Oh, wow! Did the great Vegeta just utter more than an interrogation question to me?" I laughed.

"You two... snap out of it- they announced the both of you." Piccolo told Vegeta and me. The prideful Saiyan simply huffed with crossed arms and exited to the arena.

Asshole... You're lucky I can only fight you in my basic form today...

"I don't know if I've told you yet how much I'm going to enjoy slapping that smug look off of your face, Vegeta." I snapped, taking my battle stance. Vegeta resorted to a fit of laughter, "Hah! You can color me impressed if you land even one hit on me, fool!"

"Ah, Vegeta- you are already a waste of my time." I laughed back through a twisted smirk. Vegeta's comeback was nearly instant and was paired with a yawn, "I'm getting a little tired of your yapping, so either put up or shut up before you make me fall asleep."

"As you wish, Prince Vegeta." I snarled, then lunged towards him. He dodged it at the last seconds and allowed my body to fall forward, "Is that the best you have, woman? I have to say, your strength is incredible."

His mocking words angered me- if only he knew. Vegeta smirked at me and waved a 'come at me' gesture with his hands. "You want strength!? So be it!" I yelled, lashing towards him and giving it my all to punch and kick him.

He was able to dodge all of my attacks, and landed a counter attack with every move I made in advance towards him. Vegeta slammed me to the ground with a powerful punch to my jaw. "Hahaha! You weak fool..." Vegeta chuckled through clenched teeth. His battle tactics were highly impressive... Where did he learn such a graceful style of fighting? "Unfortunately for you, I've become quite bored and I'm just about ready to end our little play date."

I pushed myself up with my weak arms, "It's not over until I say it is, Vegeta...." Vegeta half gasped, surprised I even got up in the first place. "Huh?"

"It's just a pity you won't be able to fight with your precious Kakarot today." I growled, then pushed myself forward and landed a few cheap shots on the Saiyan Prince. "Why, you-!" Vegeta shouted, getting into another physically intense fight with me. This time, we took the fight to the air to attack one another.