This is a fanart of Vegeta Yonsei's favorite plush doll of him in my JUMP crossover fanfic 「The Boredom of a Saiyan Prince Turned Pop IDOL!」
For context, in this fanfic light novel series, Vegeta is a God of Destruction in disguise as a mortal Saiyan Prince who is forced to become an idol trainee under JUMP Entertainment Agency along with Roronoa Zoro, Sasuke Uchiha, Jaganshi Hiei, Killua Zoldyck , Katsuki Bakugo, and Inosuke Hashibira to form the Bétä Unit, a sub-unit of the JUMP Force 57 Idol Group, an ambitious project gathering 57 individuals from across the JUMP Universe to form the Universe's most powerful idol group!
This is the official Vegeta side story published in one of the dragon ball z magazines. The story is by Takao Koyama and the art is done by Minoru Maeda. Title “High Pride! saiyan prince Vegeta”
What if Dragon Ball GT but Vegeta is the one who got turned into a brat and has to go to Outer Space to search for the Black Star Dragon Balls in order to save the Earth?
This is the premise of my fanfic Vegeta, the Legendary Destroyer of Worlds.
After checking out Trunks' job at Capsule Corporation when Bulma received a report of their son slacking off, Vegeta entered a strange building after seeing his odd reflection through its glass window, which was actually a dangerous trap set up by enemies from his dark past.
When he came out of the building and met his daughter, Bulla, at a convenience store, he eventually realized that he got turned into his six-year old self.
A Role-Reversal story inspired by Dragon Ball GT where Vegeta was the one who got turned into a child and will have to go to outer space with Bulla and Son Goten in search for the Black-Star Dragon Balls.
Just what kind of misadventures await them, especially when Vegeta's past as the once feared ruthless planetary invader: the 'Legendary Destroyer of Worlds' comes back to haunt him?
An excerpt from my fanfic: When a Certain Destruction Came Into my Life! Chapter 36 - Reconciliation and Accepting One's Self
Vegeta was in front of Bulma's apartment door, donning a neat, long-sleeved, slim-fit, black formal business polo shirt tucked in under gray-colored slacks adorned with a brown leather belt. He stood there for quite some time, contemplating to himself and fidgeting for a bit. It was as if he was nervous, yet also excited at the same time. He put his arms behind his back, one hand grasping at a handful of squash blossoms he picked up on his way.
He straightened up his back, summoning his usual confidence, inwardly telling himself that this is nothing to be afraid about. Repeatedly reminding himself who and what he is, and that he wasn't some stupid coward. He cleared his throat, before he pressed the doorbell.
However, before he could put his index finger on the button of the doorbell, the front door suddenly flew open and Bulma came out, welcoming him with a wide and bright smile, "You're here–oof!"
Bulma immediately flinched as she quickly took a step back after Vegeta just smashed the 'bouquet' of squash blossoms right into her face. Bulma was about to yell back at him but wasn't able to when she saw him looking away from her like a shy, little boy while still holding out his flowers to her.
Stunned, Bulma simply stared at him for a few moments without taking the flowers, inwardly thinking to herself, "What is this?", which caused Vegeta to finally turn his head to her.
When Vegeta noticed that she wasn't making a move to take the flowers, his mood quickly changed from shy to annoyed, "Are you going to take these or not?! I don't have the entire night to hold these out for you!" he growled, pushing the flowers in front of her, demanding her to take it away from his hands immediately without any complaints.
Bulma finally relaxed as she took the flowers from his hand and she giggled in amusement, "Are these squash blossoms? Are you that concerned about my health now that you decide to give me some vegetables? Or was it to remind me that your name is associated with vegetables?"
Vegeta simply scowled back at her.
"Seeing you frown like that makes me think you're hungry. Why don't you come in and let's eat dinner together?" Bulma invited. "Just give me a few moments to make a salad out of these, alright?"
Vegeta nodded and entered Bulma's small apartment, his scowl lightening up into an amused smile as soon as she turned her back on him.
While Vegeta was driving back to the hotel, Bulma noticed his quiet behavior and she wondered what he was thinking about. At that moment, she wished she could hear his thoughts the way he could do with hers, too. She felt that was kind of unfair.
"Are you angry that I teased you earlier?" Bulma asked.
Vegeta looked back at her, finally distracted from those thoughts lingering in his chest for quite some time, "What?"
"Your earlier mood changed. Are you angry?"
"No," he denied, turning back his attention to the road.
"Then why are you being so quiet?"
"I was thinking about something."
"What are you thinking?"
Vegeta hesitated at first. He wouldn't want her to know that he was feeling upset about her earlier thoughts about her past and current life. He wasn't exactly mad at her for it, he can understand her frustrations. Mortals would feel that way after losing everything they had and it's only natural for them to blame others for their misery, even though they were indirectly meant for him. He was just unlike them when he was a mortal himself, that's why he reacted with such apathy after he lost his kingdom. What he was particularly furious about was the fact that it was because of him that she was feeling that way. It was because of him that Bulma felt that those girls at the hotel would mock her for losing everything. And he was also painfully aware that it was his fault.
"You mentioned earlier that those bitches only invited you to the hotel just to mock you. Why is that?" he asked.
"Well… Those three girls were egotistical brats. Since I met them during College, they were always trying to show off. Vanilla viewed me as a rival, she had a crush on Yamcha back then, so she's a bit jealous. Even though they're known bullies in the University, they didn't try to cross paths with me because my family was the richest in the world. They actually tried to befriend me because of that but I wasn't interested in them. I don't like them at all as much as they don't like me. After what happened and knowing their ego, I'm sure they will just mock me about what happened in my life and how my relationship with Yamcha didn't work out in the end. They made it look like they were inviting me for lunch, but I could tell."
"You weren't wrong about that, though," Vegeta told her.
"Wait–you knew?!"
"Do you think it was a coincidence that you met me there?"
"Yes, I thought you said you took on the President's identity."
"Yes, and that is to spite those friends of yours."
"Huh?"
"You should have seen how Saike Regin's daughter was seething with jealousy when she learned that I'm your boyfriend. If you only saw that, you would have laughed instead of gawking back at me like you had no idea what was going on."
"I knew it! Ugh! Those bitches never changed at all!" Bulma began to seethe.
"That's why we're going back there to take their ego down a notch," Vegeta declared, his voice suddenly cold. "I'll teach them a lesson they'll never forget. I won't let a mere trash mock the mortal I personally chose to decide the fate of this world without consequences."
Bulma suddenly became afraid of what he was planning to do. For some reason, she could perceive a dangerous evil aura coming out of him and this murderous behavior suddenly terrified her.
"Uh… Vegeta-sama, you don't have to do that, you know…" Bulma told him with a sheepish smile. For the first time, she called him with his proper honorific in her hopes of calming his destructive side down.
He turned his dilated magenta eyes to her, his face dark and looking deranged with that wide, creepy smile, "Or do you want me to destroy them now?" he suddenly asked her in an even colder and more detached tone.
"Vegeta-sama! You should take a hold of yourself! Please don't destroy them for my sake!" she panicked.
Bulma always thought that Vegeta was a tsundere kind of guy, and she would always find him rather cute whenever he acted like one. However, it was at this moment that she learned that there's also a possibility of him snapping into a yandere mode, and considering the intensely massive destructive power he held at his fingertips that's capable enough of destroying this entire Universe, she was aware that he won't have any problem killing anyone or annihilating anything for her sake.
"I have no idea what a tsundere or a yandere is, but yes, you were right about that," Vegeta told her. His earlier scary look was now calm and serious. "I already gave you my word, that I will do anything it takes to protect you no matter what. If anyone would dare hurt you or take you away from me, I will not hesitate to kill or destroy them."
"Ah yes, you did say that. But really, you don't need to kill or destroy weak and powerless humans for my sake. I'm fine," Bulma assured him with a sheepish smile.
"Fine," Vegeta relented. He blinked his eyes, the destructive reddish-purple glow of his irises fading back to their normal, onyx hue as his crazed, murderous side finally relaxed. He smiled at her in a kinder, genuine way and said, "Then consider my first offer. I will try to deal with them in the most human way possible so you could at least, have some pride in yourself. Those egotistical bitches won't match my ego after all."
"So, what exactly are you planning to do?"
Vegeta smirked impishly, "I'll show them what Ultra Ego means and what the secret behind being self-indulgent is like."
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