The Vegeta Triangle

Chapter 3

SuperGirl

AN:/ I still do not own the DBZ. Please review. If I get reviews I continue on a story to be honest. So if you enjoy the story or have suggestions you can mention them in the reviews I do read them. I always love the reviews when I have an antagonist lol this story is more of a coming of realization and jealously.

It had been a few days since King Vegeta was brought to life. Vegeta had assumed that once the King was back they could battle and train for the Androids and get their rightful places as the strongest in the universe. It wasn't working that way. His father spent time with Bulma and her family. When asked to train the King said no. Vegeta had even tried to start a fight with the older man, the King just laughed and continued to eat pancakes.

"You are more than welcomed to stay here long as you want." Mrs. Briefs said the King smiled. "Thank you, Bunny that is kind of you." Vegeta didn't understand his father- the once ruthless king of an empire and the ruler of all the Saiyans was enjoying coffee with the humans. "I was wondering if you like to go see some fine arts?" Bulma asked the King. "Bulma great idea!" Bunny said. "I have two tickets to this month's performance at West-City ballet." Bulma gasped in delight.

"Ballet?" the King asked. "It's an artistic art form of discipline." Bulma said. The king nodded. "Yes I would love to go to this!" The king said laughing some. "Oh, Bulma I only have two tickets, so it looks like- I guess you two will go on a date without me." Bunny giggled grabbing empty plates. "Thanks Mom." Bulma said smiling at her mother. Vegeta said there wishing he could burn people to a crisp with his eyes. "Vegeta did you want to go with Bulma?" Bunny asked seeing Vegeta's face. "Fuck no." he replied getting up leaving Bulma's parents house for the training room.

Later that evening Vegeta decided to go to Bulma's mom and dad's place to eat- he couldn't be around the woman. Vegeta entered the kitchen and saw Mrs. Briefs tying a tie on the King's neck. The King appeared in a tuxedo. "Oh Vegeta doesn't your father look great?" Vegeta grunted. "Vegeta do you want me to order Pizzas dear?" she asked him Vegeta nodded. It was about that moment the woman entered her parent's kitchen in a knee length sleeveless dress in black.

"Oh you look nice Bulma for the ballet." Mrs. Briefs gushed. It was a simple dress, not too revealing and cut appropriate not to show cleavage. Vegeta eyed the woman. "You look like a prostitute!" Vegeta stated. Bulma fumed, it was the same dress she wore for her grandmother's funeral a year back. "Vegeta, that was not very nice." Mrs. Briefs stated to the warrior. Vegeta's father laughed some at th4e reaction. "Actually, Vegeta she is wearing more than your mother the Queen did." Vegeta grumbled plopping down at Mrs. Briefs counter.

"King Vegeta, curious, how did the Queen die?" Bulma asked eyeing Vegeta. Prior Vegeta told Bulma his father killed his mother. "Oh, the Queen." The King frown some. "She did during childbirth of Vegeta's younger brother Tarble. In the other world we weren't able to be together because she went to another plane." Bulma eyed Vegeta for a rebuttal. "I am so sorry for your loss." Bulma said.

"I think it's time we leave, enjoy your pizza Vegeta." Bulma said coldly heading out with the King fallowing her. Vegeta's plan didn't work In-fact his father had a date with the woman. "Oh Sweetie, what's wrong." Mrs. Briefs said. Noticing Vegeta's sad demeanor.

"Nothing, order me pizza!" she growled at her. Mrs. Briefs knew Vegeta had been spending more and more time with Bulma. He did after all spend time with Bulma gathering the Dragon-balls. "It's normal to be jealous of someone, but your father doesn't feel attracted to Bulma. I wouldn't worry about him." She said assuring Vegeta. Vegeta grumbled. "You do like Bulma, don't you" Mrs. Briefs asked.

"What?! Do not be so bold Woman!" Vegeta snapped. "Oh my, you are like the little boy who use to pull Bulma's hair. He use to act like she had cootied, but liked her. Too cute Vegeta!" Mrs. Briefs laughed some at Vegeta's reactions. "It also explains you running Yamcha off too!" Vegeta was trying to come with a respond to Mrs. Briefs, but couldn't. Had he created some liking to the woman? He had been territorial with the woman and any potential for her to copulate with.

'Let see here, I can't use pills on Bulma to help Vegeta…this isn't 'Vegeta's Heir Quest'…Tights in not in this story either… hmm.' Bunny, Mrs. Briefs lit up smiling. "Why don't you do something to show Bulma you care about her?" She suggested. Vegeta's eyebrow raised. "Like fuck the shit out of her?" Vegeta asked. "Maybe that will get the stick out of her ass?" Vegeta asked. Bunny laughed some.

"Oh My Vegeta. No, I was thinking of maybe being helpful, she works hard and maybe you could not break something or put your laundry in basket. I know apologize to Yamcha for what you did to him. I know Bulma is still not happy about the incident…" Bunny smiled some. "I still prefer my first thought." Vegeta said. "Vegeta, I'm going to order your food now, just think about what I said." Mrs. Briefs smiled and picked the phone up.

Later that evening Bulma had dropped King Vegeta off where he was staying with Bulma's parents in the main building and went into her smaller home across from there's. (Apparently in this story Bulma has her own- totally forgot about that, but I'll wing it from here. Per earlier chapters Vegeta is roommates with her and SCENE)

It was dark out, but not too late the Ballet was long and ended about 8PM. Bulma and Vegeta's father returned and said there goodbyes. Bulma truly had a good time, he was kind and sweet very unlike Vegeta. Bulma walked in living-room to not see muddy boots in the middle of the room. 'Wait did he go into space again?' Bulma wondered. Bulma left the living-room and went into her kitchen. Not one dish was out, not one box of cereal was half-assed tossed in the trash and spilled out on the floor. 'He ran away again.' Bulma gasped at the thought and her heart raced some.

It was quiet too quiet. Bulma went to check to see if Vegeta was in his room. Quietly she made it to the second floor of her house and seen his door was closed. That meant he was in the room asleep. 'Is he mad at me?' Bulma wondered. Sighing she turned to her room across from his to go to bed. 'He wanted his father brought back to life. Now he's not happy with his father wanting a peaceful life…'

The next day Bulma awoke and left her room to see his door was open, meaning he left. Grumbling Bulma walked into his room to gather his dirty clothes to wash. Bulma went inside and expected to see clothing all over the floor left for her to pick up as his 'servant woman' as he called her. Bulma walked over to the hamper, there it was Vegeta's dirty clothing- his training clothing, and his casual clothing he wore to bed and around the compound. Bulma frown some, his behavior wasn't adding up. He was acting bi-polar.

Bulma fumed a bit, it had something to do with his Father's revival. If he was going to act crazy one moment then decent the other. She was going to play with fire too. Bulma went to her room and picked up the phone. "Hey Yamcha. I was wondering if you could help me in the lab today... I sure could use a friend." Bulma said smiling. "Great, oh and Vegeta's dad is here too, don't worry he is much nicer than Vegeta." Bulma said to Yamcha. "Sure bring Puar! Okay bye!" Bulma smirked some hanging up the phone. "Act like a child, I'll treat you like one." Bulma said out loud for pure foreshadowing.

It was lunch time and Vegeta exited the gravity room. He was going to head to Mrs. Briefs for lunch, she was going to get him catered food delivered. He stopped hearing giggling, more specifically Bulma giggling. Vegeta also sense an unwanted Ki present. Instead Vegeta headed to Bulma's house. Vegeta flew up to see what was going on. Vegeta stopped mid-flight see Bulma seeing in the back next to the Grill with his father and Yamcha. The most shocking part was Bulma was half dressed, sure she was next to a pool and had over-all shorts on over her bikini, but she was still half naked.

Vegeta landed a few feet away from the group. "Hi Son! I am having my first barbeque!" The King said taking a sip of his beer. Yamcha walked up to Vegeta who was fuming, Yamcha was a bit buzzed, "Hey pal!" Yamcha said patting Vegeta's back. "Your dad is great!" Vegeta growled some causing Yamcha to back up. "Do you want to join us Vegeta?" Bulma asked bending over to grab a beer out of a cooler. Vegeta looked at the woman as if he was going to kill something. Vegeta was stopped by the advice Bunny gave him.

Bulma held a beer up to Vegeta who grabbed it and ripped the cap off swinging it down. "Alright!" Yamcha said encouraging to Vegeta. "Let's have some drinks man! You got a few to catch up to your dad with." Yamcha said. Bulma laughed some eyeing the King who shook his head. King Vegeta had beer, but it was root beer. "Are you challenging me?" Vegeta dared Yamcha. "How about shots too!" Yamcha said walking over to the table next to the grill were a bottle of jack-daniels sat.

Two hours and few bottles of several things Vegeta was drunk. Yamcha passed out a while back. Bulma and the King sat in lawn chairs watching Vegeta give speeches to random pieces of pool equipment or the passed out Yamcha. "I think I should get him to bed." Bulma said smiling to the King. "Do you need help?" the King offered. "No, this won't be the first time I walked a drunk Vegeta to bed." Bulma laughed. "I have to get ready myself, your mother has me set up with Beatrice from her church's bingo- for a nice evening." The King sat up and left Bulma.

Vegeta was at that point yelling at the passed out Yamcha. "And another thing! I am the Prince of all Saiyans! Just ask my dad!" Vegeta yelled. "Hey, let's get you to your room big guy." Bulma said touching Vegeta's shoulder. A very sad Vegeta looked at Bulma. "Don't marry my dad." Vegeta said to Bulma. Bulma laughed some. "Oh- okay, but you have to go to bed, you need to rest." Bulma said. Bulma lead Vegeta towards the house. "Promise?" Vegeta slurred out. Bulma giggled, apparently Vegeta hadn't noticed the conversation his father had with Bulma about getting back out dating with his second chance. Vegeta was too busy yelling at the mocking lawn furniture and unconscious warrior.

Bulma finally got Vegeta into bed, his boots off and covered him up. "Good night Vegeta." Bulma said looking at the still intoxicated Saiyan. "Woman your not going to marry my father are you?" Bulma laughed again. "Vegeta, you are wasted. No I am not marrying your dad… Vegeta. He's been very nice, but I don't' feel that way with him." She said reassuring Vegeta. "Why was the Weakling here?" Vegeta asked Bulma looked down at Vegeta. "He was here to teach you a lesson Vegeta." Bulma admitted.

Vegeta was trying to think clearly, what did she mean by that? "What do you mean?" Vegeta snapped. Bulma smirked at Vegeta. "It means you need to stop being jealous of every guy that comes near me. I knew you do something stupid, you always do, especially around Yamcha. Now go to sleep, you drank too much. If you be good I'll take you out tomorrow." Bulma said leaning down she kissed Vegeta's temple. "Good night Prince Vegeta." Bulma said leaving his room.