Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Project: Vegeta ❯ Of Dreams and Crash Landings ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A/N: Okay people, I’ve finally done it. After years and years of fascination bordering on obsession I’ve finally figured out how I think IT happened. I’ve used a lot of scenes right out of the show, so bare with me it the first part seems a little familiar. I’ve tried to keep everyone as in character as possible. Let me know if you think if I succeeded or not. The rating will be for later chapters. Mostly language and sexual content. It might take a while for this to get going, so again, I appreciate your patience.

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Disclaimer: I don’t own it. If I did I’d have made the Saiyans Nudists.




A cool silence had settled over the Capsule Corps. Compound. Standing in the doorway of her bedroom balcony, Bulma Briefs surveyed the night sky as a light breeze softly tossed her curls around her face. Inhaling the night air, she felt a quiet energy enter her body as though she had breathed in the stars themselves. Her filmy nightgown fluttered around her thighs and her skin broke out in goose bumps.
‘Something is coming’, she thought with a smile as she scanned overhead. ‘Something...’
In the distance there was the tiniest flash of light and then... the swelling of a roar. Suddenly that speck grew, coming closer, a falling star or perhaps... something else. Within instants a humanoid shape became apparent, a dark, masculine outline that was indiscernible against the backdrop of the darkness. The moon had slipped behind a small puff of gray clouds and the sky had dimmed even more. Gripping her railing she leaned closer trying to put a name to the shape.
‘Not tall enough for Goku, or Yamcha for that matter...’ she leaned further, her hips pressing into the cold metal rails. ‘Krillin maybe....? Or...’ The weight of her body shifted and she felt her center of gravity move too far beyond the safety guard.
“Oh no ” she shrieked as she lost her footing and felt her body topple over, rushing towards the ground. Her grip on the rail slipped and she closed her eyes hoping for a quick and painless end. Half a second later there was a small jerk as her momentum stopped abruptly.
“Uhh...” Bulma grunted, though surprise far out weighted her fright. ‘That didn’t hurt at all.’ She wondered why and cracked one eye, daring a peek.
It seemed like the momentarily forgotten mystery man had rescued her, scooped her out of the air with ease, and now hovered just a few feet above the ground. She felt strong arms around her, but still could not make out her savior. Then, the moon decided to reveal its light once more and slide from behind it’s soft cottony cover. Her eyes locked onto a face, slowly being illuminated. First a strong chin, pouting bottom lip and slim, straight nose, and then the eyes that met hers in an intimidating gaze. Eyes as deep as infinite wells, draped by a strong sleek brow that rose into and impossibly high widow’s peak that gave way to a shock of wild, flame shaped hair.
“Vegeta ” Bulma gasped softly with just the smallest tingling of fear in her stomach. Her mind sputtered around the fact that the formally evil Saiyan Prince had just saved her.
“You’ll want to be more careful, girl. We wouldn’t want to damaging your fragile self, now, would we?”Vegeta said in a voice barley above a whisper.
Bulma’s shock dissipated and her brow creased. “Girl?” she asked indignantly. She felt as his feet touched ground, having descended as gently as a feather. Pushing off his chest, she slid herself out of his arms and stepped back.
Vegeta’s face lightened with amusement. His eyes swept lower, over her nighty-clad body, before rising once more to her face. One eyebrow rising slightly as his lip twitched. “Well, maybe girl isn’t entirely fair...”
Bulma’s stomach did a nose dive flip combo as she watched his face, trying to summon up some appropriate irritation. Her frown deepened. Sliding her arms around herself she stammered. “Why you...”
“Just saved your life. But please, don’t mention it. The pleasure was all mine.” Vegeta said as his mouth pulled into a full on smirk. He crossed his own arms over his chest and continued his roaming stare.
“Ooooh ” Bulma raised her voice in protest. She wanted to scream at him for his insolence and his lecherous looks, but... he HAD just saved her, like he said. She huffed in agitation and dropped her fists to her side. A man like him would only be encouraged by her feminine protests. “Right, well, thanks for the lift. I think I’ll just be headed to bed now.” She spun on her heel ready to perform a world class storming off when she felt his hand slide around her shoulder.
“Bulma, wait ” Vegeta said, waiting for her to face him again before he continued. “I wasn’t trying to upset you.” With his words Bulma’s eyebrows shot up. Coming from Vegeta that was quite the apology. His hand caressed down her arm gently until he was holding her just above the elbow. “I’d like you to stay.”
Again Bulma struggled to find words through her shock. That last bit had almost not sounded like an order. And his tone was defiantly something she’d never though she’d hear from the Prince of the Planet Purging Apes.
“Why?”
“Well,” he set his jaw, seeming to consider her question. “I never realized how appealing your skin looked enhanced by the moon’s soft glow. And your eyes. They shimmer like sapphire waves in a sea of star lit galaxies.”
At that point Bulma just stared, open mouthed at Vegeta knowing, somewhere along the line, she’d simply lost her mind. Or maybe she had fallen after all and hit her head. Slowly, he pulled her closer. His other hand moving up to lift her jaw and close her gaping mouth, fingers lingering near her throat.
“That,” she started and then stopped. Dismay and confusion chased each other across her face before softening into appreciation. “That is the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”
Moving in slow motion his palm molded to her cheek before sliding back to her hair and then his fingers delved greedily into her spiraled locks. Bulma’s eyes were captured by the suddenly intense look of longing on the dark princes’ face. Of their own accord, her hands slid to his body and she found herself marveling at the feel of his muscular chest under her fingers. An eternity later she let her eyes flutter shut as his lips finally met hers, firm yet sweet, hungry but polite. Her fingers flexed trying to draw is body closer as she melted against him.
‘That’s it,’ She thought as she sighed and opened her lips, leting her curious tongue linger against his mouth, ‘I did fall. I’ve died and gone to heaven.’ All her inhibitions let go and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself into his tightening embrace. Passion flowed through her and the handsome prince as they kissed, that moment stretching into hours. Lips and tongue and teeth melding perfectly into a dance of desire and...

Bulma’s eyes shot open. The sound of her alarm beeping brought her sharply out of her restful slumber and she gasped, trying to sit up. Sheets and blankets wrapped tightly around her limbs, their clinging made worse by the layer of sweat that seemed to coat her entire body. Struggling momentarily, she released herself from the tangled mess and sat on the edge of her bed. She rest her face in her hands a moment to catch her breath. ‘That was one messed up dream,’ she sighed as she stood and stumbled towards her bathroom. It was a good day to begin things with a nice, cold shower.


Later that day, after returning from a nice brunch with her boyfriend Yamcha, Bulma and their friends Puar and Oolong settled in for a nice glass of iced tea. Perched on the edge of the wall around the sunny deck, her thoughts wandered aimlessly, flirting now and then with the memory of her dream from that morning.
“Cat loves food, Yeah Yeah Yeah,” Yamcha sang, pulling her out of her reverie. Puar had just finished her whole glass in one long draw from her straw.
“You goof You’re such a nut. Where did you come up with that?” She grinned at Yamcha remembering how much she loved his easy-going fun-loving nature.
“That was from an old cat food commercial. Puar hates it when I do that.” Yamcha smirked as he leaned his chair back, drinking his own tea.
“I ate cat food once. OH Man I thought it was tuna fish,” Oolong stated dramatically, through Bulma barely registered his comment.
“I had a weird dream last night that Vegeta came back,” She blurted. She’d never been one to keep much separation between what when through her mind and what came out her mouth. Yamcha nearly spit an ice cube out his nose and Puar and Oolong gave her strange looks.
“What? Vegeta? You dreamt about him ?” Yamcha’s distress was easily explained by the fact that Vegeta had been a key player in Yamcha’s death.
Bulma shrugged. “You know, actually he was pretty nice to me in the dream. And a good kisser to boot.” She smiled at the instant replay that flashed through her memory.
“WHAT ? YOU KISSED HIM ?” Yamcha yelled, his shock escalating.
“It was just a dream, Yamcha.” She told him, stubbornly refusing to feel guilty.
Oolong chuckled. “You poor sap You’re jealous aren’t you? Admit it ”
Desperately trying to hang on to his shredded honor Yamcha scoffed. “Right ” he said, trying to laugh the whole thing off.
Bulma’s mom stepped onto the balcony, a tray of cupcakes in hand. Mrs. Briefs was seldom seen very far from one kind of pastry or another.
“Speaking of Vegeta, your dad said he should be running out of fuel soon,” she set the tray down, giggling and picked up the tea pot ready to serve her daughter and her friends.
‘Hm? Vegeta’s running out of fuel’ Bulma sighed and tuned to look up at the sky. She hoped he was going to be okay.
Noticing his girlfriends far off look, Yamcha sat up, his interest peaked. Why did Bulma care about that psychotic demon of a man anyway? He knew things had been a little strained between them lately, what with him focused on his baseball career, but he’d always assumed that things would always work out between them. Bulma was his girl, but seeing that look on her face he couldn’t help but wonder just what was going on in that head of hers.


Lucky for Vegeta, he too had noticed his quickly depleting fuel. After cursing humans and their primitive technology he had set his course for Earth. Resigning himself to returning to that low-class mud ball, he decided he could use the excuse to check in and see if Kakarrot had returned. He dozed lightly in the living quarters waiting for the unnecessarily long time to pass. He had calculated it would take many hours longer then if he’d been traveling in one of the more advanced Purging Pods. He made a mental note to make sure his wasted time was taken out on those idiot humans that considered them scientists. It just wouldn’t do to have their failings leading to more... inconveniences for him. Slowly he relaxed, as much as Vegeta ever managed to, and drifted to sleep.


Slowly the world revolved in shades of gray and green, twisting and swirling and slowly forming... Namek. Vegeta stood with his arm sticking out of Zarbon’s stomach. Grinning in pleasure he squeezed and twisted the blue man’s insides mercilessly. He relished the kill knowing that this was the part where he exacted his revenge on Frieza’s right hand lackey.
Suddenly, there was movement to his left. His eyes jumped to it automatically. That bald-headed human stood there, his arms around one of the dragon balls, and behind him... behind him cowered that blue-haired earthling woman. Her hands covered her mouth as she sobbed. Fear radiated from her eyes almost tangibly. Powering up he prepared to finish Zarbon off. Only now he seemed distracted. His thrill from the kill muted by his preoccupation with the woman’s hysterics. He wanted her to shut up. What was wrong with her? For that matter, what was wrong with him. He didn’t care about that pathetic human or her whimpering. Why was he remembering this now? Why...?
“Goku? Where are you? We need you...” The woman whispered, her soft pleas echoing in his ears.
Scowling, he released his energy attack, but was surprised to find Zarbon was gone. Instead his blast leveled a small community of strange looking houses. Fire and smoke choked the air, the heat from the all the destruction causing it to shimmer around him. Figures moved, running chaotically, the inhabitants searching for cover, but through the smoke he couldn’t identify what species or race.
‘Doesn’t matter anyway,’ he frowned, readying another blast. ‘Just another doomed planet on another purge.’ He continued his gruesome work, leveling the place, indiscriminately destroying all he could see. Orders were orders, after all. He took little pleasure in this dishonorable slaughter. This was too easy. What he craved was a real fight, a challenge that would push him to his limits and beyond.
Over the hissing fumes and roar of the fires he could discern a rising tide of voices. The noise swelled, deafening. The sound of children crying and mothers screaming, of countless victims, rose up, seeming to blot out everything else. It smothered him. He put his hands to his ears and tried, unsuccessfully to block out the sound. He lashed out, yelling and swinging his fists attempting to fight off the faceless demons that threaten his very sanity. One voice rising above the others. Her voice. Only this time she was...
“No Stop Gohan ” she called out, stepping forward as she watched Vegeta pummel the crap out of her friend’s son. Vegeta slammed his fist into Gohan’s face over and over, for release, to escape the memory of the sound. Again, the woman drew his eye. Her outrage and panic crying out to him so much so that he hesitated. Shaking his head and closing his eyes he brought his arms down onto the boys back, shooting him into the earth like a meteor. Rage and confusion clouded his mind. Why? Why did he care. He was the prince of all Saiyans. A warrior among the mightiest race of warriors. He did not hesitate. He did not feel... guilt. Or remorse. These thing had been beaten out of him at a very early age. He barley even recognized them at all. Other men might let themselves be weakened by those emotions, but not him. Not Vegeta.
“What about you? Home-boy ” Her voice called out to him, penetrating his private hell. He cracked his eyes noticing that he was now leaned up against a tree, his arms crossed over his chest.
“Wha...? Home-boy? Wa ” He stuttered, not sure why she was addressing him so informally.
She smiled at him now, her early emotions washed away. “Hey, loosen up You’re going to need a place to crash too.” Her eyes seemed to twinkle with a playful gleam.
“Bah,” he scoffed. A moment ago he’d been ready to kill one of her closest friends and now she was offering him accommodations. Not that he needed them. Her apparently short-term memory filled him with disgust. These humans, so weak and trusting, their emotions running hot and cold faster then seemed rationally possible.
“Why don’t you drop the arrogant tough guy act? Just relax Let it all go Take a vacation for goodness sake. Unwind a little and see what life has to offer you. You’re actually kind of cute ”
Again Vegeta started in shock. “What? I’m not... kind of cute... ” This presumptuous little tramp didn’t know him or anything about him at all. He was not “cute”. He was a killer. Viscious, cruel, and evil but never “cute”.
Grinning at his loss of composure the woman turned her back on him. “All right, it’s all settled. I’m going to go call my dad and have him pick all of us up.”
Vegeta wanted to protest but an instant later, against his will, he was in the back of the large cargo carrier that was headed to the woman’s home. He leaned against the back wall, as far from everyone else as possible, trying to melt into the shadows and become invisible. He was not sure why he had followed the others, why he had agreed to accompany them and accept the woman’s hospitality. His eyes wandered over the nameks, all grouped excitedly together talking in hushed tones in a language he couldn’t understand. Again, against his will, his eyes came to rest upon the woman, standing near the front talking with her group of humans.
Drawn by the weight of his gaze she glanced up, catching his eye. “Don’t worry, Vegeta-kun, I’ll make sure there’s plenty of food for you You must be like Goku, and eat an awful lot, I bet.” She focused on some kind of hand held device. After a second she looked back up at him and her face shifted into a mischievous half-smile. “Just remember, no matter how sexy you might think I am, you can’t do anything naughty.” she winked.
Vegeta felt the air sucked from his lungs. ‘Wh..what a vulgar woman, to say that to me, especially in front of everyone.’ After glancing uncomfortably around at the others he forced his face into a comfortable scowl. “As if, woman.” He snarled. He would never even notice such a weak, pathetic woman. Just a stupid human wench. She did not matter to him. Not even in the slightest. He couldn’t care less about...
“Beginning planetary approach. Arrival to Earth estimated in one minute.” Vegeta’s eyes opened, his senses focusing instantly. Sitting up he squeezed the bridge of his nose and shook the memory of his dream from his head. Forgotten almost completely, the images melted away into nothing.
“Well, it’s about time,” he growled impatiently as he climbed the latter to the main control room. He strapped himself into the pilots seat. His heart was pounding and his last traces of his guilt and frustration coating his thoughts like an oil spill.
“Countdown to impact. 10, 9, 8...” Vegeta sat back and gripped the armrest, forcing his mind to calm, the last vestiges of his dream disappearing completely. On the screen the green and blue ball rushed at him. Earth. How he hated this place. Hopefully, he would only have to endure it for a short time. He could find Kakarrot and kill him and then the universe would be his for the taking. “3, 2,1... brace for impact.”

Capsule Corps 3 plummeted with breakneck speed, slamming into the grounds outside the main Capsule Corps facility. Dust and smoke flew into the air creating a wave of debris that swallowed a good sized portion of the lawn. The ends of the cloud snaking around the nearest buildings reminded Bulma of the searching tentacles of an hungry octopus on the prowl.
Having run outside to stand at the edge of the dissipating cloud, Bunni Briefs looked on in shock. The tea pot in her hands forgotten, its contents poured out, spilling onto the grass. “Oh I didn’t know we had any quests dropping by. Goodness, I defiantly need to put on another pot of tea.”
Yamcha and Puar rushed to her side, Puar hiding behind Yamcha as the air cleared revealing the half-buried spacecraft under several feet of buckled earth. With a hiss of hydraulics the ramp began lowering, the inside of the spacecraft appeared like a dark, yawning maw. Vegeta moved with a feline grace as he walked out, making his way down the now stationary plank of metal. Unnoticed by her friends, Bulma slowed her pace, coming to rest on the far side of her mother.
“Vegeta What do you want ” Yamcha growled, his fists shaking with rage at the surprising return of the Saiyan warrior.
Bulma watched as her mother hopelessly tried to get a handle on the situation. Bunni Briefs was never one to deal well with tension.“Oh My Maybe you prefer some coffee?” Bulma shook her head at her mothers attempts to diffuse the situation.
“I was hoping that Kakarrot might have finally returned,” Vegeta said, his disappointment evident. His mental scan had revealed no high power levels.
“Hm? What? Now way You never found him in space?” Yamcha’s expression mellowed slightly, leaning more towards puzzlement then defensive anger.
Never missing a chance to show off, the prince leaped high into the air landed a few feet from Yamcha’s towering human form.”Don’t remind me. I’m angry enough to hurt somebody, and pounding you might just be the therapy I need.” The idea of pummeling the scarred idiot pleased him even more then he’d previously thought possible. With a sudden flash of deja vu his eyes were drawn to his left as the Earth woman Bulma stepped up and placed her body between him and the low-level weakling.
“Uh, guys? P.U. What’s that smell?” She grimaced as she eyed Vegeta. “Oh, it’s you.” Her finger was suddenly pressed delicately against his breastplate. “When was the last time you bathed there, bud? You need a bath.” Her words had a certain finality that few ever mastered. “Please, this way.”
Yamcha’s body twitched in utter surprise watching Vegeta quietly stare, his eyes following Bulma as she started walking away.
Noticing the lack on anyone behind her, Bulma paused and turned her head to glare out the corner of her eye. “Well, what? Do you want me to roll out the red carpet?” she said in her most facetious tone.
“Wha...?” Vegeta felt a familiar surprise that this apparently indefensible weakling would dare speak to him with such familiarity and disrespect. Didn’t she know who he was? Growling, he let his fingers curl into a fist. Then, without warning, his anger slipped from him. She had a point, after all. He did desire to rid his body of it’s accumulated filth. With a small grunt he decided to follow, hands on hips and nose in the air.
Staring on in disbelief, Yamcha watched as his fearless girlfriend handled the untamable Saiyan like a pro. “Unreal ” he whispered knowing he wouldn’t believe it possible if he hadn’t witnessed it with his own eyes.
“I hope she knows what she’s doing,” Puar squeaked. Yamcha only nodded to his furry friend.


Dusting her hands off, Bulma watched Vegeta’s dirty uniform sink into the suds of her high-powered washer. While holding her nose and trying not to grimace she closed the heavy lid and stepped back. She pulled a set of clean clothes out from under her arm and placed them on the counter.
“Hey, You I left you some fresh clothes.” She didn’t get the resounding gratitude she felt she was due. “Hello You alive in there?” Through the steam she could make out a vague outline through the shower’s glass.
“I heard you You can leave now ” came the barked reply.
The unabashed disrespect tweaked Bulma’s temper. “Why yes, Master. Your wish is my command ” With a screech worth of any harpy, she stomped from the foggy bathroom leaving Vegeta to ponder the mystery that is woman and the lightning quick mood swings that seemed so common for the human species in particular.
Out on the balcony Bulma joined Yamcha and Krillin who had just arrived. He’d just finished explaining that he’d sensed a high power level and flown over thinking it might be Goku finally returning. Seeing his friend’s apparent frustration he shook his head knowingly. “Yeah that Vegeta is nothing but trouble. So unpredictable. It’s so hard to tell what his motives are.”
“I think he just wants to find Goku. Poor guy, he’s obsessed.” If Yamcha had noticed then it had to be true.
“He’s used to getting what he wants, that’s all. He’s like a spoiled little kid,” Bulma said, not sure why she was defending Vegeta at all.
“Man, sounds like you,” teased Yamcha. Bulma could only agree. It takes one to know one after all. She figured being a prince and all would make it almost impossible for him not to be somewhat spoiled. From the bathroom came a call that only confirmed her thoughts.
“Hello Servant Woman Bring me a drying cloth at once Woman, can you hear me?”
Not one to be out done in the bossy department Bulma whirled on her heels. Hands on her hips, she steeled her resolution to not let him take advantage of her. Prince or no, she was still Bulma Briefs, world-class genius and billionaire heiress. “I hear you, but my name is Bulma and I am not your servant. So say please.”
Growling, Vegeta refused to submit. “Forget about the stupid drying cloth then.”
“Suit yourself. Drip dry, you jerk ” If he refused to be nice then he could forget her showing him any kind of...
“What in the...” she heard the prince mutter to himself. “Is this some kind of joke?”
“Is what a joke?” she asked, genuinely confused.
“These garments that you left. Are they for a man or a woman? They’re pink ” Vegeta’s voice hid none of his exasperation.
“Oh come on ” Bulma laughed knowing the expression on his face must be priceless. “That’s the style here.” Which was true, to a certain extent. She could have picked a more manly style for the prince’s clothes, but the opportunity of using him as her own personal Vegeta-doll had been too tempting to pass up. For some reason she just loved giving him a hard time. There’s nothing like being a serious stick-up-your-butt type that screams “Screw with me ” If he didn’t like it then he could just go naked.
“Gah Men in Pink ? How bizarre ” Vegeta muttered.
Bulma couldn’t help but wink to her friends, letting them in on her little joke. Yamcha, Puar and Krillin then bust into laughter.
Moments later the door to the bathroom open revealing Vegeta in his colorful ensemble. It was everything that Bulma could do to keep from doubling over with laughter.
“This is ridiculous I’m a warrior Not a...a... a variety of flower ”
Bulma’s suspicion proved true. His expression was worth all the capsule technology in all the world. Shaking his fist, a dangerous snarl ripped itself from Vegeta’s throat. Bulma just looked him up and down with appreciation. “Well, you smell good.” The four natives continued enjoying the sight, their sides starting to split painfully.
“Stop that Stop that or I’ll blast you all ” The Saiyan roared. Noone had ever shared to laugh at his expense. Vegeta found the feeling more then infuriating. His words demanded an appropriate response. The earthlings stopped laughing.
“Loosen up. Fighting’s no fun. Just relax.” Bulma had never seen someone less able to take a joke. It was sad. How joyless she thought his life must have been. She felt a moment of pity and it moved her, inspiring her next words. “If you want to find Goku just stay here. He’ll come. I’ve know Goku since he was 14 years old. Trust me. He’ll be back. I just know it.”
She knew he wouldn’t refuse. He hadn’t before and she knew he wouldn’t now, pink and yellow clothing aside. He needed her. Even if he didn’t acknowledge it, even to himself. It occurred to her that his life before could had been one of pain and suffering. She hated to think of anyone living that way, their personality being shaped by nothing but negative thoughts and emotions. Bulma considered herself a good person. Vain, conceited, and spoiled, yes, but ultimately she cared about others. She cared that the world held more good then bad. She wanted everyone around her to just as blessed and happy as she was.
And it was then, right there, in that moment that she vowed to show him that life could be different then he knew. On some level Bulma knew it was madness to think of the Saiyan Prince as some kind of pet project, but being who she was, she couldn’t help it. She’d seen the good in him. When he’d told them what to do to wish Krillin and Goku back Bulma had seen a previously hidden side to Vegeta. One that meant, to her at least, he was not without hope. The way she figured, he’d been forced by Frieza to be so horrible before. Now that Frieza was dead, she thought it was about time he let go of all that hate and misery and became what he should have, could have been all along. Maybe not a nice guy, but a decent person. She just knew it was possible with her help. She’d see to it that he saw what it was like to feel joy. Even if it killed her.
Vegeta, on the other hand was struggling with this insane woman’s offer of hospitality. He did indeed wish to find Kakarrot, but only to destroy him and take his place as the strongest and best warrior in all the universe. How could she possible want to assist him with that task. He knew that the inhabitants of this planet had depended on Kakarrot to save them in the past. Part of him was disgusted that anyone would put so much faith in another, letting someone else fight their battles for them. He just couldn’t understand it. He would rather die with dignity then let anyone else take on his fight.
Though another part of him marveled at that trust, wondering what it must feel like to have someone, anyone, feel anything but fear and disgust for him. He shook that thought off as soon as he felt it forming. He couldn’t allow such weakness to take root. There was nothing but power and strength, survival of the fittest. If you couldn’t destroy everyone else then you would be destroyed. For now, beating Kakarrot was all that mattered and if it meant staying with this irritating creature and suffering the presence of these weaklings then so be it. For the time being he would let them help him, and then when the time came... Well then it would be nothing for him return their kindness by destroying them all.
Yes, as far as plans went he thought that was a pretty good one. A Prince must learn to be patient when the situation demanded it. He would wait and train, biding his time until he could arise and claim his destiny.