Vegeta woke up around sixteen, some new song he hated blasting on the radio.
Bulma was probably in the lab, as she definitely wasn't in bed anymore. Slowly
and painfully, he got out of bed, walked over to the dresser and picked up a bottle
of 'Shower in a Can,' which he quickly sprayed on and then threw on a faded pink
Capsule Corp t-shirt and a pair of ripped blue-jeans. Walking out of the room, he
descended the stairs to family room where he found Trunks and 'Mini-Kakkarot,'
playing some video-game. "Trunks, is it really sixteen, already?" He asked, softly.
Trunks spun around, startled. "Oh, Dad, you're up?!" Goten looked at Vegeta, he
didn't know him very well. "Hey Mister Veggie!" Vegeta winced at that nickname, if
he'd had an ounce of pride left in his body (which he destroyed with snack-cakes)
he'd smack that stupid son of Kakkarot so hard, he'd fly all the way to West City. But
he didn't. "Hey, Goten." Vegeta replied, with a sense of almost regretful irony in his
voice. Then he walked to the kitchen and poured himself a bowl of Awesome
Marshmallow Fun-Time cereal, poured about four heaping tablespoons of sugar on
it before drowning it in whole milk then eating it in seven scoops. Never before had
he felt such a sense of fear and loathing, even when he was in the presence of
Freeza back in the day. He finished his cereal and the dish-bot came and took away
his bowl. Vegeta got up and took the car keys off the hanging-thing and walked to his
vehicle in the massive, twenty-car garage down in the sub-levels of the house. He had
to decide which car he was going to drive to the mall, today. Would he take the fast one,
the big one, or the red one? He sighed and got in the small car, it was the only one that
was fully charged. Squeezing his fat ass in the car, he immediately hit his knee on the
steering wheel. "Damn, baka, always putting the seat forward...if I could still fly I wouldn't
have to take this damnable human car..." Vegeta muttered to himself as he put the seat
back and adjusted everything for a Saiyan of plump proportions. Then he took off, the
garage bay was open and he just flew out into the sky-way, the tiny, girly car whirring
like something from a cartoon. Of course, the sky-way was jammed, it was almost seventeen
on a Tuesday, everyone wanted to get home to their families or something, he couldn't empathize
why. Finally, after sitting in traffic for like, a half hour, he was at the mall. Parking the vehicle
in a tight spot, he got out and slowly made it to the entrance of the big department store,
"Akira's." As he walked in, he was greeted to muzak and several types of women's clothing
all around. But he wanted to go to the electronics store and pick up some stuff for a project
he was working on. It was near the bookstore when he encountered someone he'd not seen in years...