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Space was a cold wasteland. It was unforgiving, relentless, merciless, and worst of all, lonely. Nappa knew all too well what his Captain was pondering as he glanced over at him as he sat at the command chair in their small vessel. It was undoubtedly something about dominating the universe. That was all he ever thought about. Vegeta had piercing black eyes that were constantly shadowed by a deep set scowl, though his face had no wrinkles to show for the fact that he was constantly scowling. His coarse Saiyan hair was jet black and stood up in a flame on top of his head. His features were as sharp as his glare. Nappa had always found his Captain to be fearsome, despite his 5’3” stature. Though he wasn’t the tallest Saiyan to ever exist, he was definitely the most fierce Nappa had ever known. The fiercest one most of them had ever known, to be honest. He was a man of few words but of many deeds. Deeds to be left unspoken, due to the horrifying nature of most of them. Vegeta had only ever done things in a display of self-perseverance or self-glorification. He had never known anything other than a life of destruction, not that it bothered him, especially since he was so damn good at it. Nappa returned his focus to the vacuum of space, taking in its vast emptiness. His greatest desire was to fill the galaxy with color again, return it to its former glory before the ongoing war had destroyed anything and everything that could ever have been considered beautiful out there. The vessel came to an abrupt halt and everyone became tense, knowing what was coming.

Raditz, the co-commander, stood from his seat and began barking orders to get the vessel moving again. “We don’t have time for this bullshit, you worthless morons. We need to get this piece of shit moving so we can get to Earth before General Onio has our heads.”
Vegeta said nothing, simply sitting in his chair, nodding at the crew to confirm that they had better follow Raditz’ order.

The Saiyan crew scrambled about the vessel to get it moving again, only to realize one of the engines had quit working, and they all groaned in disbelief after realizing the last man they lost in battle was their engineer/mechanic.
“How far are we from Earth?” Vegeta finally spoke, the room went from complete chaos to dead silence.

“Approximately 3 miles, sir.” Nappa answered.

“Hand me a communicator.” Vegeta ordered.

Nappa obediently handed him a communicator, unsure of what he planned to do, but knowing he’d somehow get them to where they needed to be. He was not only known for his devastating strength, but also his incredible intelligence in the way of getting his crew out of unfavorable situations.

Vegeta dialed in a long string of coordinates and a phone number and waited patiently as he heard it ring on the other end.

“Galactic Auto, how may I help you?” came an annoyingly chipper female voice.

“Our engine is burnt out and we need a mechanic if we are to make our arrival on Earth as General Onio has ordered.” Vegeta answered curtly.

“Oh, of course, may I have the name of your vessel, your rank and your name, sir?”

“The Quixotic. Captain. Prince Vegeta.”

“Oh! Forgive me, Vegeta. I had no idea it was you. I’ll send out a mechanic right away. Please dial your coordinates and a mechanic should be there in no less than an hour.” The woman answered.

Vegeta hung up without saying anything else.

“Sir, what did we talk about?” Nappa asked Vegeta.

“I don’t need to thank that stupid harpy.” Vegeta grumbled. “It’s obvious what she’s interested in, anyway. Did you hear the way she changed upon learning she was speaking to the Prince?”

The other men in the ship all exchanged shocked glances. Could the Captain possibly be referring to… a woman being interested in him?

“She wants a promotion and she thinks being a kiss ass will get her that promotion. Use your brains, morons.” Vegeta snorted, walking away.

The crew did all they could to keep from laughing. How naïve he was.

Raditz was beyond amused. Vegeta may be the smartest of the bunch, but he knows absolutely nothing about women. Raditz thought to himself. He decided to rest while they waited for the mechanic to arrive at their location.

Vegeta sat in the windowsill of the small vessel and stared off into space, literally. He wasn’t a fool; he knew plenty about women and about romance and love and all that crap. He had also seen the strongest of warriors brought to their knees because of love. With love often came pain and unhappiness. Vegeta would be stupid to let himself ever get sucked into feelings for someone. He had seen it end in disaster, be it from tragedy, betrayal, or just plain rejection. He’d rather die at the hands of a pathetic Earth dweller than let something as stupid and impractical as love be his downfall. He prided himself on being cold and unfeeling and made for nothing but battle. He wasn’t about to sully his reputation as a fighting machine for some woman. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a rescue transport humming nearby. Finally, the mechanic was here so they could get to Earth and begin their mission.

Vegeta stepped out onto the outer platform to greet the mechanic only to find that he or she was already at work. Mechanics were typically very ugly because of explosions and accidents, so he prepared himself to take in the ugliness and not flinch. “Hello, would you mind stepping out of the engine chamber for a moment? Just so I may verify you’re the mechanic we requested. I understand there’s another vessel nearby who requested a mechanic and I want to make sure we didn’t get the wrong mechanic.”

“Sure, pal, one sec.” A woman’s voice echoed from the engine chamber.

Shortly after, a set of large, vibrant, blue eyes were staring up at Vegeta from underneath a hat. “Howdy partner. I’m the mechanic sent here for vessel #645334. That’s you guys, right?” the woman asked.

“Y-yes, that’s correct. Thank you.” Vegeta was flustered because the woman didn’t seem to grasp the concept of personal space.

“You okay there, buddy?” the woman asked.

“Could you back up? Don’t you know it’s against protocol for a female employee to be this close to a male employee during work hours?” Vegeta snorted.

“That rule applies to Saiyans. Which I am not; I’m a human. Don’t get your tail in a knot. I’m only close because sound doesn’t travel in space as it is, and the communicators they give us to speak with outside of vessels with have weak signal strength, so I’m making sure we have a strong enough signal to conduct the business we need to conduct.” The woman snorted back.

Vegeta smirked. “You’ve got quite the mouth, don’t you?”

The woman glared up at him. “You’ve got quite the complex, don’t you?”

Vegeta’s smirk turned into a scowl and he bared his teeth in annoyance. “What is your name, woman?” he barked.

“Bulma. Bulma Briefs. I’m the head mechanic, so if you’d like to talk to my boss, I’m right here, you stupid gorilla.” Bulma got in Vegeta’s face. “You don’t intimidate me, you troll reject.”

Vegeta’s temper began to rise, but he was surprisingly impressed by the woman’s audacity and wit. “Tell me, are all Earthlings like you?”

“There is no one like me.” Bulma said indignantly.

“I see. So you must be the most irritating of the bunch the, I take it?” Vegeta pressed, trying to see how far he could go before she broke.

“I can be. I can be the biggest headache you’ll ever have, Captain. Or I can be as pleasant as a rose.”

“I doubt that. Roses are quiet.”

“Ha, well look at that. That’s the closest you’ve come to damage since you opened that banana blender you call a mouth.”

“Now you’re just being racist.”

“Don’t act like you’re a saint. We’re very familiar with your race on Earth, and we all know exactly how you feel about us earth dwellers.” Bulma sneered.

Vegeta smirked. “So, what have you heard of me?”

“Nothing, other than that you’re a bratty Prince who is always grumpy and has never been intimate with a woman.” Bulma answered, smirking back.

Vegeta couldn’t identify this bubbling feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he knew he didn’t like it. Foreign feelings made for unpreparedness and Vegeta wasn’t about that life.

“Well, seeing as how your rescue transport has gone off to pick up the other mechanic, you may as well get on our ship and save us the trouble of waiting around for you.” Vegeta crossed him arms.

Bulma raised an eyebrow. “So, the fierce prince does have a heart after all.”

“What? Bulma, was it? This is out of concern for myself and my squad being late to our expected arrival time on Earth, not out of concern for you in any capacity.” Vegeta said in annoyance.

“Oh, please. You know I’d suffocate and freeze if I was left out here for too long being that I obviously don’t have the proper equipment to sustain my oxygen and warmth for too long without assistance.” Bulma smirked at him. “It’s okay, it’ll be our secret.” With that, Bulma prissed off to complete the last few adjustments she needed to make to the engine.

Vegeta couldn’t believe the nerve of this woman, talking to him like she had. He wanted to backhand her, but at the same time, he felt like it would be a horrible lapse in judgement on his part were he to lay a hand on her. As Bulma prissed away, he watched her walk. She carried herself with confidence and walked with attitude. He admired that, as he could totally respect a person with confidence. He continued to think about the positive qualities of this Earth woman when he suddenly realized what was happening. He was wasting his precious time thinking about some stupid woman. “Vegeta, get your shit together. Women are treacherous snakes to be left in the garden they slither around in.” He snarled at himself in disgust. How could he, the Prince of All Saiyans, be distracted by such a worthless harpy? He shook his head and walked back into the vessel. Vegeta knew for a fact that he was beyond what any woman could possibly deserve and that he need not concern himself any further with this one or any others.

He stopped short as he saw the woman plop herself into his command seat. He was strangely calm, and didn’t mind what he saw. She swung her legs over the arm of the chair, took the breathing mechanisms off, and let her perfect blue hair slip out of her helmet. She was in a grungy jumpsuit, and yet Vegeta swore she was the most attractive creature he’d ever laid eyes on. He said nothing to her, and simply decided to stand in the back of the vessel, knowing full well Raditz would direct the squad until they made it to Earth.
Raditz stared in disbelief at the woman lounging in Vegeta’s chair, but wasn’t particularly upset when he realized form where he was standing, he could see into her jumpsuit. He observed the tank top she was wearing which was stretched tightly across her particularly large breasts. They were spectacular. The woman was also sweaty from working, so her chest had a subtle shimmer to it. Raditz also said nothing, and simply directed the crew to wear they needed to go.

Once they arrived on Earth, Vegeta watched the crew all pour out of the vessel while Bulma, who had fallen asleep, remained curled up in his chair. Vegeta walked over to her and imagined what it would be like to scoop her up in his arms and carry her. He smirked, and did just that. She woke in a panic when she realized she was in the arms of the captain.

“What the hell are you doing? Put me down you ape!” Bulma started to struggle fiercely.

“I see. So you are all bark and no bite.” Vegeta laughed. You sure have a big mouth for someone who can’t even fight me off when I’m barely holding you.

Bulma clenched her hand into a fist and took a swing at him, hitting him squarely in the jaw. “All bark, huh?” She screeched.

Vegeta dropped her to the ground in shock. “How dare you hit me, you stupid woman!” He was seething with rage.

“Don’t put your hands on me without permission then, you big oaf!” Bulma screamed, and then spun around on her heel and stormed off.

Vegeta liked how strong willed she was and the fact that she had stood up to him, even if it had momentarily pissed him off.

Description
Space was a cold wasteland. It was unforgiving, relentless, merciless, and worst of all, lonely. Nappa knew all too well what his Captain was pondering as he glanced over at him as he sat at the command chair in their small vessel. It was undoubtedly something about dominating the universe. That was all he ever thought about. Vegeta had piercing black eyes that were constantly shadowed by a deep set scowl, though his face had no wrinkles to show for the fact that he was constantly scowling. His coarse Saiyan hair was jet black and stood up in a flame on top of his head. His features were as sharp as his glare. Nappa had always found his Captain to be fearsome, despite his 5’3” stature. Though he wasn’t the tallest Saiyan to ever exist, he was definitely the most fierce Nappa had ever known. The fiercest one most of them had ever known, to be honest. He was a man of few words but of many deeds. Deeds to be left unspoken, due to the horrifying nature of most of them. Vegeta had only ever done things in a display of self-perseverance or self-glorification. He had never known anything other than a life of destruction, not that it bothered him, especially since he was so damn good at it. Nappa returned his focus to the vacuum of space, taking in its vast emptiness. His greatest desire was to fill the galaxy with color again, return it to its former glory before the ongoing war had destroyed anything and everything that could ever have been considered beautiful out there. The vessel came to an abrupt halt and everyone became tense, knowing what was coming.

Raditz, the co-commander, stood from his seat and began barking orders to get the vessel moving again. “We don’t have time for this bullshit, you worthless morons. We need to get this piece of shit moving so we can get to Earth before General Onio has our heads.”
Vegeta said nothing, simply sitting in his chair, nodding at the crew to confirm that they had better follow Raditz’ order.

The Saiyan crew scrambled about the vessel to get it moving again, only to realize one of the engines had quit working, and they all groaned in disbelief after realizing the last man they lost in battle was their engineer/mechanic.
“How far are we from Earth?” Vegeta finally spoke, the room went from complete chaos to dead silence.

“Approximately 3 miles, sir.” Nappa answered.

“Hand me a communicator.” Vegeta ordered.

Nappa obediently handed him a communicator, unsure of what he planned to do, but knowing he’d somehow get them to where they needed to be. He was not only known for his devastating strength, but also his incredible intelligence in the way of getting his crew out of unfavorable situations.

Vegeta dialed in a long string of coordinates and a phone number and waited patiently as he heard it ring on the other end.

“Galactic Auto, how may I help you?” came an annoyingly chipper female voice.

“Our engine is burnt out and we need a mechanic if we are to make our arrival on Earth as General Onio has ordered.” Vegeta answered curtly.

“Oh, of course, may I have the name of your vessel, your rank and your name, sir?”

“The Quixotic. Captain. Prince Vegeta.”

“Oh! Forgive me, Vegeta. I had no idea it was you. I’ll send out a mechanic right away. Please dial your coordinates and a mechanic should be there in no less than an hour.” The woman answered.

Vegeta hung up without saying anything else.

“Sir, what did we talk about?” Nappa asked Vegeta.

“I don’t need to thank that stupid harpy.” Vegeta grumbled. “It’s obvious what she’s interested in, anyway. Did you hear the way she changed upon learning she was speaking to the Prince?”

The other men in the ship all exchanged shocked glances. Could the Captain possibly be referring to… a woman being interested in him?

“She wants a promotion and she thinks being a kiss ass will get her that promotion. Use your brains, morons.” Vegeta snorted, walking away.

The crew did all they could to keep from laughing. How naïve he was.

Raditz was beyond amused. Vegeta may be the smartest of the bunch, but he knows absolutely nothing about women. Raditz thought to himself. He decided to rest while they waited for the mechanic to arrive at their location.

Vegeta sat in the windowsill of the small vessel and stared off into space, literally. He wasn’t a fool; he knew plenty about women and about romance and love and all that crap. He had also seen the strongest of warriors brought to their knees because of love. With love often came pain and unhappiness. Vegeta would be stupid to let himself ever get sucked into feelings for someone. He had seen it end in disaster, be it from tragedy, betrayal, or just plain rejection. He’d rather die at the hands of a pathetic Earth dweller than let something as stupid and impractical as love be his downfall. He prided himself on being cold and unfeeling and made for nothing but battle. He wasn’t about to sully his reputation as a fighting machine for some woman. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a rescue transport humming nearby. Finally, the mechanic was here so they could get to Earth and begin their mission.

Vegeta stepped out onto the outer platform to greet the mechanic only to find that he or she was already at work. Mechanics were typically very ugly because of explosions and accidents, so he prepared himself to take in the ugliness and not flinch. “Hello, would you mind stepping out of the engine chamber for a moment? Just so I may verify you’re the mechanic we requested. I understand there’s another vessel nearby who requested a mechanic and I want to make sure we didn’t get the wrong mechanic.”

“Sure, pal, one sec.” A woman’s voice echoed from the engine chamber.

Shortly after, a set of large, vibrant, blue eyes were staring up at Vegeta from underneath a hat. “Howdy partner. I’m the mechanic sent here for vessel #645334. That’s you guys, right?” the woman asked.

“Y-yes, that’s correct. Thank you.” Vegeta was flustered because the woman didn’t seem to grasp the concept of personal space.

“You okay there, buddy?” the woman asked.

“Could you back up? Don’t you know it’s against protocol for a female employee to be this close to a male employee during work hours?” Vegeta snorted.

“That rule applies to Saiyans. Which I am not; I’m a human. Don’t get your tail in a knot. I’m only close because sound doesn’t travel in space as it is, and the communicators they give us to speak with outside of vessels with have weak signal strength, so I’m making sure we have a strong enough signal to conduct the business we need to conduct.” The woman snorted back.

Vegeta smirked. “You’ve got quite the mouth, don’t you?”

The woman glared up at him. “You’ve got quite the complex, don’t you?”

Vegeta’s smirk turned into a scowl and he bared his teeth in annoyance. “What is your name, woman?” he barked.

“Bulma. Bulma Briefs. I’m the head mechanic, so if you’d like to talk to my boss, I’m right here, you stupid gorilla.” Bulma got in Vegeta’s face. “You don’t intimidate me, you troll reject.”

Vegeta’s temper began to rise, but he was surprisingly impressed by the woman’s audacity and wit. “Tell me, are all Earthlings like you?”

“There is no one like me.” Bulma said indignantly.

“I see. So you must be the most irritating of the bunch the, I take it?” Vegeta pressed, trying to see how far he could go before she broke.

“I can be. I can be the biggest headache you’ll ever have, Captain. Or I can be as pleasant as a rose.”

“I doubt that. Roses are quiet.”

“Ha, well look at that. That’s the closest you’ve come to damage since you opened that banana blender you call a mouth.”

“Now you’re just being racist.”

“Don’t act like you’re a saint. We’re very familiar with your race on Earth, and we all know exactly how you feel about us earth dwellers.” Bulma sneered.

Vegeta smirked. “So, what have you heard of me?”

“Nothing, other than that you’re a bratty Prince who is always grumpy and has never been intimate with a woman.” Bulma answered, smirking back.

Vegeta couldn’t identify this bubbling feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he knew he didn’t like it. Foreign feelings made for unpreparedness and Vegeta wasn’t about that life.

“Well, seeing as how your rescue transport has gone off to pick up the other mechanic, you may as well get on our ship and save us the trouble of waiting around for you.” Vegeta crossed him arms.

Bulma raised an eyebrow. “So, the fierce prince does have a heart after all.”

“What? Bulma, was it? This is out of concern for myself and my squad being late to our expected arrival time on Earth, not out of concern for you in any capacity.” Vegeta said in annoyance.

“Oh, please. You know I’d suffocate and freeze if I was left out here for too long being that I obviously don’t have the proper equipment to sustain my oxygen and warmth for too long without assistance.” Bulma smirked at him. “It’s okay, it’ll be our secret.” With that, Bulma prissed off to complete the last few adjustments she needed to make to the engine.

Vegeta couldn’t believe the nerve of this woman, talking to him like she had. He wanted to backhand her, but at the same time, he felt like it would be a horrible lapse in judgement on his part were he to lay a hand on her. As Bulma prissed away, he watched her walk. She carried herself with confidence and walked with attitude. He admired that, as he could totally respect a person with confidence. He continued to think about the positive qualities of this Earth woman when he suddenly realized what was happening. He was wasting his precious time thinking about some stupid woman. “Vegeta, get your shit together. Women are treacherous snakes to be left in the garden they slither around in.” He snarled at himself in disgust. How could he, the Prince of All Saiyans, be distracted by such a worthless harpy? He shook his head and walked back into the vessel. Vegeta knew for a fact that he was beyond what any woman could possibly deserve and that he need not concern himself any further with this one or any others.

He stopped short as he saw the woman plop herself into his command seat. He was strangely calm, and didn’t mind what he saw. She swung her legs over the arm of the chair, took the breathing mechanisms off, and let her perfect blue hair slip out of her helmet. She was in a grungy jumpsuit, and yet Vegeta swore she was the most attractive creature he’d ever laid eyes on. He said nothing to her, and simply decided to stand in the back of the vessel, knowing full well Raditz would direct the squad until they made it to Earth.
Raditz stared in disbelief at the woman lounging in Vegeta’s chair, but wasn’t particularly upset when he realized form where he was standing, he could see into her jumpsuit. He observed the tank top she was wearing which was stretched tightly across her particularly large breasts. They were spectacular. The woman was also sweaty from working, so her chest had a subtle shimmer to it. Raditz also said nothing, and simply directed the crew to wear they needed to go.

Once they arrived on Earth, Vegeta watched the crew all pour out of the vessel while Bulma, who had fallen asleep, remained curled up in his chair. Vegeta walked over to her and imagined what it would be like to scoop her up in his arms and carry her. He smirked, and did just that. She woke in a panic when she realized she was in the arms of the captain.

“What the hell are you doing? Put me down you ape!” Bulma started to struggle fiercely.

“I see. So you are all bark and no bite.” Vegeta laughed. You sure have a big mouth for someone who can’t even fight me off when I’m barely holding you.

Bulma clenched her hand into a fist and took a swing at him, hitting him squarely in the jaw. “All bark, huh?” She screeched.

Vegeta dropped her to the ground in shock. “How dare you hit me, you stupid woman!” He was seething with rage.

“Don’t put your hands on me without permission then, you big oaf!” Bulma screamed, and then spun around on her heel and stormed off.

Vegeta liked how strong willed she was and the fact that she had stood up to him, even if it had momentarily pissed him off.