"Absolutely not!" Kayuki crossed her arms.

"But mum!" Vegeta groaned.

"There is no way you will dye your hair blonde!"

"Mom! This is so not fair! It's my body, my hair, and I'm 15 years old!"

"Vegeta, there is no need to dye your hair . . . it's already as gorgeous as can be and you are lucky to be blessed with it!"

"Thanks a lot mom. I guess you really don't want me to fit in, do you?" Vegeta huffed and turned his back towards his mom.

"Vegeta, there is no need to be so dramatic . . . let's talk about this ok? How about you do a semi-permanent, you know, something a little softer? How about a nice, dark black?"

(Vegeta's hair is still red.)

"Black?" Vegeta groaned as he turned towards his mother and thought of the many possibilities of Chi-Chi's reaction to his dark hair dye.

"Yeah! It would look nice on you and it will be a lot less harsher than bleach blonde."

"Mom. No. It's like if I were copying Chi-Chi!"

"Chi-Chi?"

"The girl that I talked to you about?"

Kayuki stood silently and thought of her son.

After a couple of minutes of silence taking over, Kayuki finally decided.

"Ok then. You can do the bleach blonde . . . but with one exception."

"That is?" Vegeta asked.

"Keep your grades up."

Vegeta smiled, "Agreed!"

"Pfft, that will be a piece of cake!"

Kayuki smiled as her son opened his mouth again.

"Oh! I am hanging out with my new friends tomorrow they're picking me up at 1."

"Picking you up? Do they have cars of their own?"

"Um . . . I dunno. Probably. But their chauffeur is driving them."

"They have a chauffeur?!"

"Yeah. People here have a lot of things mom."

"Hi, you have reached Akira. Please leave a message!"

"Oh! Yeah, um. Hi Akira! This is Vegeta. I'm just calling to say that my mom agreed, so you can pick me up tomorrow. See ya!"

Vegeta then hanged up and walked towards the mirror.

"Hm . . . am I beginning to gain weight?"

The prince stared at himself in the mirror and groaned.

"Chi-Chi's much skinnier than me."

Kayuki then walked in, "What was that honey?"

"Oh!" Vegeta looked back at his mother, "No, nothing."

"Oh ok. Well then . . . dinner's ready, it's spaghetti."

"Oh mom. Thanks, but . . . I'm not so hungry right now."

"Well then, it's ready when you are."

Kayuki walked out of the room.

"Thanks again mom." Vegeta smiled disappeared as he looked at himself in the mirror.

He sighed then walked to his bed.

The next morning, Vegeta literally ran out of his room, and passed the kitchen, where his mother and father stood.

"Bye mom! Bye dad!" he yelled as he passed.

"Vegeta! Wait!" Kayuki spat out before Vegeta had a chance to walk out the door.

The prince sighed as he had no choice but to walk back.

"Aren't you going to have any breakfast before you go?"

"Um, no. I'm not hungry! Bye!" Vegeta smiled as he sped off again.

"But Vegeta! It's your favorite! Pop Tarts!" Kayuki yelled.

"No thanks." Vegeta took a hold of the front door's knob, Kayuki stepping down and off of her seat.

"Vegeta. Come here."

Vegeta rolled his eyes before he walked back and grumbled, "Ugh, what mom?"

"What is with your tone and attitude? You're turning into a cheeky teenager!"

Vegeta sighed and apologized, "Sorry mom."

"Please eat some breakfast honey, you had no dinner yesterday night."

"Mom, I told you, I'm not hungry."

"Vegeta, it's impossible to not be hungry over 12 hours of not eating. Is something the matter?"

"No, mom. I'm fine . . . it's just . . . I feel . . . n-nervous."

"Nervous?" Kayuki looked at her son and crossed her arms.

"Yeah."

Kayuki sighed, "Please honey, at least a glass of juice. Or would you like a small granola bar?"

"Um . . . . I'll get it the juice on my way out."

Vegeta smiled as he waved at his parents, walking off, "Bye mom! Bye dad!"

King Vegeta smiled as he waved, "Bye Vegeta!"

As soon as their backs were turned, Vegeta reached the fridge and stared at it.

"Ugh . . . their's sugar in juice . . . forget it!"

The prince then walked out of the front door and closed it behind him.

As soon as his eyes darted over, they widened at what was standing in his sight.

"Woah . . . " he whispered in awe as his eyes caught sight of a blue Hatchback Ford Fiesta.

A black haired male rolled his window down, his crystal blue eyes glistening.

"Hey Vegeta!" 17 smiled.

Gohan popped his head out of the back seat window, "Sup Veg?"

"Hi Akira, Gohan." Vegeta approached the car and smiled, "Nice car."

"Thanks! Well . . . it's my parents' car to be exact."

"It's amazing!" Vegeta beamed.

"Thanks." 17 smiled as he opened his door, pointing to a machine that looked like a cooler as Vegeta approached.

"It even has a fridge!" 17 beamed.

"This is . . . insanely cool!" Vegeta smiled as his friend walked out of the car's door.

"Thanks." 17 smiled again as his chauffeur walked out to the side of them.

"Ahem, Akira, shall we leaving now?"

"Oh! Right." 17 turned towards Vegeta.

"Vegeta, this is my escort and driver, Android 16, otherwise known as Scorpius."

"Nice to meet you Vegeta." the android bowed.

"No no! The pleasure is all mine!" Vegeta smiled.

"Scorpius will escort you to the back with Gohan, ok?"

"Follow me Vegeta." Scorpius smiled as he walked Vegeta to the back, right back door seat and opened it for him.

'Thanks." Vegeta smiled and climbed in.

Scorpius then closed the door and walked to the driver's seat, turning on the engine of the car.

Vegeta then buckled his seat belt as Scorpius looked at them through the rear-view mirror.

"Ready guys?" he asked.

"Ready!" the boys beamed altogether as Scorpius buckled his seat belt and began driving.

The 3 teens walked out of the car and got into a group, beginning to start a chat.

"Alright Vegeta, so what did your mom say about the hair thing?" Gohan started.

"Oh yeah! That's right! Tell!" 17 approached.

"Well . . . she said no to the blonde and told me to go with a black."

"Um . . ." 17's eye twitched.

"But I convinced her to let me dye it blonde." Vegeta smiled.

"Yeah, we wouldn't want to go with a black . . . it would seem like if you were trying to copy Chi-Chi." 17 chuckled.

Gohan laughed, "Yeah! She doesn't take wannabees kindly."

"We could also get some black in it?" 17 smiled.

"Yeah! Maybe like . . . highlights!"

"Hmm . . . " Vegeta thought for a moment, then coming up with his final decision.

"Well, if you guys say so." the prince shrugged and smiled.

"Vegeta, you are going to look fabulous. Now let's go guys, we have some major shopping to do."

17 smiled and and lead the way, his friends following.

"Wooh!" Gohan smiled.

"Haha, wait for me!" Vegeta chuckled.

Complete madness covered the mall as the group of teen boys went from store to store, buying clothes for Vegeta. Some were cute, sexy, and goth like. Time went by like crazy until it was time for the grand finale: Vegeta's makeover.

The prince took a seat at one of the chairs, a salon girl coming over and taking his hair into her hands. She began with draining his hair with water, then applying a shampoo.

17 and Gohan smiled at each other as Vegeta went through the hair dye process.

It seemed like forever until it was time to see the results.

After getting his hair dry, Vegeta got up and faced his friends.

17 and Gohan's eyes popped out of their eye sockets as they gasped.

"Oh god! What's wrong? Is it ugly!? Oh I bet it's ugly."

"Oh . . ." 17 smiled.

"My . . ." Gohan chuckled.

"God!" the 2 yelled.

"Honestly . . . I'm scared to look!" Vegeta groaned with worry.

"Vegeta . . . you are a babe . . . I cannot wait to see the look on Chi-Chi's face when you show up on Monday." 17 smirked.

"Watch out world . . . there's a new guy in town."

Vegeta woke up the next morning and followed his daily routine. He brushed his teeth and got ready with his new clothes. He dashed out of the house, slipping his jacket on and backpack as he screamed, "Bye mom! Love you mom!"

"Wait!" Kayuki screamed.

"Vegeta! You didn't eat!"