Chapter 1: Royal Saiyan Asshole

Vegeta never saw his life turning out like this. On the one hand, he was stronger than he had ever been before in his life, he knew the legend of the Super Saiyan was real, and Frieza was finally dead. On the other, he was still weaker than a low class Saiyan of all people, that same inferior scum Kakarot had become a Super Saiyan while he an elite and prince had not, and the man who dealt the killing blow was both a Super Saiyan and one he had never met before in his life. He didn’t know whether he should have been happy or puking his guts out.

It was a mix of both. He had to get stronger than Kakarot at any cost. The worthless Saiyan was off training on some other planet, while he was stuck on Earth. So he spent far more time at Capsule Corp, that woman Bulma’s residence. He had no liking to her but this residence was the only location on this planet with the technology that would allow him to become stronger. Namely a gravity chamber.

But he apparently didn’t know his own strength. The gravity chamber had been reduced to rubble, and he stood right outside of it. The wreckage was something nasty, but he had never been more pleased.

He was reminded of the naturally strong gravity of his homeworld. Something great and formidable compared to the light and frivolous atmosphere of this planet. At first when he trained inside of it, he had been reduced to his knees from the sheer pressure. To have the strength to reduce this structure that once bested him to rubble was proof of his strength.

He was the only person happy though. Bulma was not. He barely remembered the encounter, all he could recollect was that woman screeching while her idiot boyfriend stood there looking helpless. He ignored her and went back to his living quarters.

That night, he had just gotten done doing push ups. He spent well over an hour doing them non stop. At some point he lost count and didn’t even care anymore. What was important was that his mettle was sharpened even after nearly killing himself in that incident with the gravity chamber.

He was resting on the couch. Whatever injuries he had were forgotten and he actually felt stronger than ever. He smiled to himself, clenching his fists and feeling the latent strength within. He wondered if he had enough energy to fire off a Galick Gun.

He stood up and looked at the door. He put his hands in the signature position as if he were charging up the move. He thought of that stupid Bulma woman yelling and wondered how she might like it if he blew the door off. He wondered why he let her order him around the way she did.

But he surprised himself when he felt the energy forming in his hands for the signature blast. He realized it wasn’t so strong, he was capable of truly impressive feats when he was driven to near death after his first bout with Goku and well beyond proved himself on Namek. The relative easy living on this planet was making him soft.

And he was going to be more surprised still. The door opened and it was her. For an instant he forgot himself and the energy nearly escaped him. But he pulled back the blast just in time.

It hadn’t escaped her notice though. She was already itching to give him a piece of her mind but now she was furious.

“That’s quite a nice way to thank the person who’s been having you all this time you freeloader!” she said.

“Thank you? Why would I ever do that?” he said, turning away from her.

“Oh I don’t know. Giving you free room and board, letting you train, helping you recover after you nearly kill yourself so many times. Is that too many or is there not enough space in your Saiyan brain to count?”

“How dare you! I am Prince Vegeta of the Saiyan race and you will not talk that way to me woman!”

“Oh I won’t? I think I will. For as long as you’re living here, I’ll talk to you any way I need to in order to get it through your thick skull!”

“Then perhaps I’ll leave. I have no purpose here anymore. Even on this backwater planet there must be other places that can interest a man like me.”

“Okay. Then I’ll tell Piccolo and Krillin about it. Gohan too. Wherever you go, they’ll find you. So if you’re planning anything, you better watch out!”

Vegeta bristled a bit at that. The tiny earthling man didn’t scare him too much, but the thought of squaring off with that Namekian after he fought evenly with Frieza’s second form coupled with the half-Saiyan child having survived the horrors of both the galactic tyrant and the Ginyu Force who had broken men twice his age, might be a bit too much for him to handle. Nearly dying on this rock when he first invaded it with Nappa had taught him to fear and respect even a low class dreg like Kakarot. For all the macho posturing he still liked to do, his brief death on Namek had made him far more wary.

“Fine,” he said, looking away from her. And this woman’s attitude was something else too. She was no warrior at all, yet she found the bravery to stand up and talk to him like he was beneath her. He didn’t know if it was the humiliations he had suffered despite wanting so much in the past or that her fire was the only thing that passed having a sparring partner who could take his hits and give it right back.

Bulma formed a cocky smile on the corner of her lips. He had been thinking on what to do next that he paid no attention to her marching right up to him. He looked at right. Before he had a chance to react, she grabbed his crotch.

She hadn’t even grabbed him particularly hard, yet he jumped up right then. It was so unexpected and sudden that he didn’t quite know how to react. And then she started laughing.

“What’s the big idea!”

“Oh I don’t know. I figure it’s pay back for both invading my home planet and trashing up my home while living under my roof and eating all my food for free.”

“That doesn’t explain what you just did to me!”

“Come on, hasn’t a big bad guy like you gotten his balls kicked every now and then?”

“No, what was that technique? What is happening to me?” he said, looking down. She looked down too and saw that he was pitching one hell of a tent.

“Oh wow,” Bulma said, giggling. “You’re telling me you’ve never been with a girl before?”

“What? What does that have to do with anything?” She was right on the money. There were a few girls he liked from his home planet, some of his maids had caught his eye, but he barely remembered his home life as a Saiyan royal before Frieza destroyed it. The only memories that really stuck out were those of his father and Frieza.

He wished he had killed the vile creature himself. Frieza destroyed his world, leaving only him, Nappa, and Raditz as what he thought were the last survivors of his race. Every single time on a mission to other planets, he killed everyone there without quarter. The sights of the women and their children in their last moments moved nothing in his heart and he thought nothing of mating with them. And then he met Kakarot and these Earthlings, and everything had changed.

That train of thought was interrupted by her suddenly almost keeling over out in a loud fit of laughter. She really was amused too with how red in the face she was. He couldn’t stand the thought of not being taken seriously.

“Shut up!” he said. She looked up with how angry he sounded but no matter how hard he tried, she couldn’t stop cackling just a little bit. Both from what he said and his boner peeking up right through his pants.

“Okay Your Highness, let me teach you a thing or two,” she said. Before he could respond, she grabbed his crotch again. He wanted to jump back, but he wasn’t prepared for how softly she was caressing him down there. And the way she was still smiling right at him was making him not want to push her back at all.

For several moments he simply let her fondle his junk. He actually looked serene and at peace for once. Despite that he was getting harder on her hand.

So she quickly picked up the pace. He started yelling out, not understanding at all what was happening to him. She only smiled at seeing him like this. His hips were jerking back and forth, and before long he was screaming out her name, again and again, until finally he busted a nut deep through his pants. Even with his pants on, the pure white Saiyan cream seeped white through the fabric, staining his trousers.

He barely had time to think or understand what was happening to him. She just wiped some of the jizz that got through his pants and licked it off his fingers. He looked at her with a strange fascination, knowing what just happened but still thinking it was strange. She looked right up at him again.

“Did you like that?” she said.

“Yes, yes!” he said, not even thinking, just wanting to feel more of whatever that was.

“Good. Then you won’t mind if I do this, huh?” she said, pulling down his pants. His boner popped out and almost hit her in the face. Even though he just came, he was still hard as he was completely enthralled by that orgasm.