A Saiyan's Pride / Vegeta x Reader

Damage Control

"You don't... think he heard much of that, do you?" I asked Goku. He shrugged innocently. I sighed then took off my sheets, "Maybe I should do some damage control, then..."

"Good luck!" He giggled. I decided to bump his arm gently on the way out to find Vegeta. When I finally did find him, he was setting up some shooter droids in the gravity chamber. "Vegeta." I hesitantly spoke to announce my presence.

Vegeta already knew I was there, however, since he was able to detect my energy down the hall. "What?" He growled, but kept concentrated on the droids.

Is he being cold to me because he heard what I said, or is he back to the same old Vegeta we all know and somewhat despise?

"Okay,... Rude." I snorted. Vegeta threw the droid to the ground in frustration then glared at me, "Are you here for something? Are you ready to train or something?"

I wasn't sure how to take his behavior if I was being honest. Everything in my body was screaming for me to cuss him out, but I knew it would end up as a full on Saiyan fight again.

His voice interrupted my thoughts, "You were right..." He turned back around to focus on the droids.

I was right? Right about what, exactly? ...Oh, God! Did he hear what me and Goku were talking about!? Does he still work with Frieza? I slowly started to panic in the inside while anticipating his next words.

"Frieza is still out there... I should be busting my ass to kill that tyrant, not sitting around here playing house with the others." He half scolded to himself. My body relaxed in relief. "Yes... we have to find him. He has to pay for what he did to our planet."

Vegeta thought it was weird to hear me talk about Planet Vegeta being my home. After all, the news of my identity was still unfamiliar to his ears. "Now that you can actually help and stand a decent chance, I need you to train as fast as possible so we will be ready to take him on!"

There is a slight pause before Vegeta developed a plan, "We can train for a whole year in just one day in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. What do you say?"

I raised an eyebrow, "Uh... What is that, exactly?"

"Ugh! I don't have time to explain these things to you- why can't you just keep up?" He groaned. "Hey! Excuse you, mister! Sorry if I don't know about your fancy training room that apparently wasn't an option until you found out I was a worthy fighter!"

"A worthy fighter? Haha, don't get ahead of yourself! You didn't hear about it before because at least now I see you might be salvageable for a half decent fight, after all." Ooo, how I wanted to slap that look off of his face!

I got up in his face even though I was shorter to him. "I seemed to have a pretty decent fucking chance fighting you, didn't I?"

Vegeta noticed how close I got to his face and thought that my anger was rather adorable in that moment. He ignored my words and just smirked instead. "Well, well,.... We seem to always end up in situations just like this one- hm?"

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, not aware of what situation he was talking about since I was so mad. "Hmpf... This isn't quite right, actually..." He placed a hand on the small of my back- right above my tail- and forced my body closer to his. Vegeta gives a wide grin, "There... This is more how I remember it."

My cheeks dusted over in pale pink as if my face wanted to tattle on me. My heart skipped a few beats and then started beating fast in my chest; his aroma was pleasantly intoxicating and begged me to melt closer into his embrace.

Funny how one simple motion could render my body and speech paralyzed.

"What's the matter? Nothing snarky to say to your prince?" Vegeta asked, trailing his lips at most a centimeter above the skin on my neck which was itching for him to lay his lips on it.

"Y-Your prince?" Was all I could choke out of my mouth.

Stupid. That was a stupid thing to say. Was that even supposed to be an insult!? Ugh... Disgrace.

"Well, I am Vegeta- Prince of all Saiyans... The last I heard, that includes you." He devilishly chuckled.

How do you want to play this, Y/N? Do you kiss him? Wait for him to kiss you? Do you scream and run away? Maybe something sarcastic to make him stop?

Vegeta seemed to have read my thoughts all over my face, "What? Is the great Saiyan Y/N at a loss of words? Didn't think that could happen...." Without another word, he let me go and backed up.

"We can train in the chamber starting tomorrow." He stated. "Wait, but Bulma's birthday cruise is tomorrow... can we do it after?"

"What?!" He groaned, "Fine... But right after that."

"Sounds like a deal!" I turned to walk out of the room before calling out behind me, not caring if he wanted to argue- "And you're going to that party, fyi... even if I have to drag you there."