Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Drabbles - Goku/Vegeta ❯ Intimidation ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Lady Kaoru 
Vegeta can't indimidate baby Kakarot.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.24.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 256 | Visits: 570 | Status: Work In Progress
Vegeta can't indimidate baby Kakarot.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.24.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 256 | Visits: 570 | Status: Work In Progress
Intimidation
Prince Vegeta walked his usual pace behind the King. He hated going on inspections with his father. It was boring, tedious, and the last place he wanted to be. He’d rather be training. Impressing his teachers with his rapidly increasing strength and ability was like a drug to him. Intimidating others an obsession.
They paused at the nursery window. While King Vegeta spoke with the technicians, the Prince glared at the helpless infants through the glass. Each looked back with a mixture of curiosity and awe in their tiny eyes. Except one.
“Hey!” Vegeta called out, tapping on the glass. “Be quiet when royalty is present!”
“That one hasn’t stopped crying since he took his first breath,” the technician told the King. “We requested early launching for him since the noise bothers the others.”
Another child began to scream and Vegeta gritted his teeth against the assault on his ears. “I order you to shut up!” he yelled, banging the thick glass which threatened to break from the force.
“Hold your temper, son,” the King admonished. “You may be able to scare an infant, but you can’t force them to obey with intimidation.”
“He’ll obey me . . . one day,” Vegeta vowed.
Prince Vegeta walked his usual pace behind the King. He hated going on inspections with his father. It was boring, tedious, and the last place he wanted to be. He’d rather be training. Impressing his teachers with his rapidly increasing strength and ability was like a drug to him. Intimidating others an obsession.
They paused at the nursery window. While King Vegeta spoke with the technicians, the Prince glared at the helpless infants through the glass. Each looked back with a mixture of curiosity and awe in their tiny eyes. Except one.
“Hey!” Vegeta called out, tapping on the glass. “Be quiet when royalty is present!”
“That one hasn’t stopped crying since he took his first breath,” the technician told the King. “We requested early launching for him since the noise bothers the others.”
Another child began to scream and Vegeta gritted his teeth against the assault on his ears. “I order you to shut up!” he yelled, banging the thick glass which threatened to break from the force.
“Hold your temper, son,” the King admonished. “You may be able to scare an infant, but you can’t force them to obey with intimidation.”
“He’ll obey me . . . one day,” Vegeta vowed.