AN: Hey look I wrote something. Ok I just wanted to say Vegeta is my all-time favourite character and I would love nothing more then to be able to write him somewhat in character so this was sort of an exercise. Its 4:05am right now so my apologies in advance and Im praying old Veggie is somewhat close to being in character.

Warnings: One bad word?
Disclaimer: I dont own DBZ but if I did Vegeta would win at least one damn big fight...

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Vegeta hated get-togethers.

Every few years like clockwork the unofficial "z fighters" would all meet around capsule corp. for some useless human gathering. Bunch of freeloaders.

In his mind there nothing worse then being stuck in a room with the bunch of losers you've fought with (and grudingly beside) for the past ten friggin years.

What the hell are you supposed to talk about? "Oh hey, sorry I didnt regonize you without all the blood! How you been doing? oh sorry for blowing your arm off by the way..."

Vegeta snorted. It would be a cold day in hell before Vegeta apologised to one of these clowns and it would be fucking sub-zero before he willingly started up a conversation.

The aloof saiyan sighed as he realised the majority of the people in the room he'd killed once or at the very least punched in the face.

It was absurd. And here he was. "Mingling" as the woman liked to put it.

So far the only highlight of the evening had been Kakkarotts graceful trip down the stairs but only that could amuse him for so long.

So why was he here? Well Vegeta was not a cheap man. He did nothing for free and prided himself in being above most of the wordly persuasions that plagued most of his fellow fighters but in the end he was still saiyan and theres only one other thing saiyans love more then fighting...

His going rate was 800 eggrolls.

100 would get you a regal walk by.

300 would get you a brief appearence complete with many snide and derogatory remarks about anyone in range.

600 would get you a couple of death threats but a generally longer presence.

And 800? Well 800 would get you the whole 9001 yards, with yours truly off in the corner for the whole party sulking with dignity as only a prince of his stature could.

His pride balked at the thought of sinking to something as low as being bribed by food as he was sure half of the descisions Kakkarott made in his life were governed by food.

But as Vegeta stood in the darkned corners of capsule corp lamenting all that was and all that could be he realised with a handful of eggrolls and the sight of said third-class saiyan falling down the same set of stairs once again, it could be worse.

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