You let me abuse you, why?

"Not now baka, leave me alone! Can't you see I'm training?!" barked the fiery prince, jabbing out into the thin air of the red enclosed room with his balled up gloved fist. Sweat trickled down his brow, and his spandex moved with the curve of his motioned body.

"Vegeta, please, " pleaded the tall stature saiyan, palms opened out desperately, deep dark inky depths begged for his prince to listen to him. "You've been in here for days. Weeks. Even Bulma is worried for you. What about your children, Bra and Trunks? Don't you think they deserve to see more of their father... You spend more time in here then with them. It's like your obsessed," trailed off the taller man, looking sadly down at the thick tiled floor of the Gravity Room.

Then you question me with my integrity, why?

"Baka, I can do whatever I want! Sleep, drink, fuck, sharpen my fighting skills, kill,..." he purred that jab lastly, shocking the other man in silence and causing Kakarrotto's head to shoot up, saiyan locks quivering with the shake of his neck. Suspicious and angry eyes looked at him. Betraying the disapproval hidden behind coal eyes that flashed teal by his obvious taunt.

He continued, not faltering in his haughty tone. He was the Prince of a dying race after all, why should he stop for some brain-dead fool that knew nothing of him? "You're not the owner of me, Kakarroto. I had a life before my demise on this Chikyuu. So go back to your hellcat and let me be. I've already fallen behind in my training with your babbling nonsense."

I step all over you and you allow me, why?

"Vegeta."

Turning around, I catch my breath as the baka was able to bypass my defenses and teleport behind me without my notice. Irritated, I fling my fist up but he catches it. I grunt as I try to pull free but am unable to because his strength is greater than mine.

"Vegeta."

I watch alarm as he wraps his sculpted arm around my chest and pulls me to him. His hand still clutching my gloved hand.

"You're going to follow my advice and leave this room. If you don't, I'm going to crush your hand and make sure no one gives you a senzui bean so that it can heal naturally, regardless of the after effects."

My mouth dries at the threat and I nod.

I am than released and he actually has the nerve to smile an apologetic smile at me.

"I'm sorry, Vegeta. You gave me no other choice. Your family would like to see you now."

Kakarrotto took a step forward and I refused to budge. I cared little as he brushed by me.

"Hmph. Maybe the onna will have some decent food to eat for once."

Kakarrotto looks back at me, and let's out a dry laugh.

"Her food isn't that bad but even though she's my best friend, Bulma can't compete with my wife."

"Lucky you then."

He looks peculiarly at me and I shake it off. Idiot.
Striding over to the machine, I shut it off, grabbing my towel off the control panel. I than wipe the sweat that collected from my workout off my face and brow. I look back and that brain-dead fool was still here. "Why are you still around, baka? Is my word not good enough for you? I told you that I was going to stop."

"No, it's not that, I just,... It's nothing Vegeta."

I grunt at Kakarrotto than walk right by him.

Or would of if he didn't push me against the tiled floor of the Gravity Room.

"Kakarrotto, what the fuck do you think your doing?" I holler, face reddening in anger.

"I'm not sure."

What type of insane answer was that? Vegeta started to get anxious as Kakarrotto continued to sit atop of him.