The moment the cargo doors opened again Vegeta strode out and gazed up at the massive building before him. “It’s so… domey.”
“Impressive, huh?”
Vegeta didn’t need to turn to know that Bulma was beaming with pride.
“It’s fine. For Earth standards I guess.”
The woman let out a huff of frustration. “I suppose you’re more used to mansions or… I dunno, fucking castles? Did Saiyans have castles.”
“Yeah, and it was awesome.” The spires on his father’s castle would pierce the skies above the planet. It was supposed to be his… Frieza had paid for what he did to the Saiyans and it pained Vegeta that it hadn’t been him to defeat the evil space emperor.
“Not everything is a competition you know.”
“Sounds like something the one losing said competitions would say.”
Bulma threw her hands up. “Ugh, just shut up and follow me. I’m about to suffocate from your smell.”
“Bitch, you love it,” he mumbled under his breath.
“What was that?”
“Shut up.”
They walked in silence the rest of the way and inside the main lobby which seemed to span for miles.