King Yamma looked over the edge of his desk and was greeted by a pair of
black boots, one tapping at a furious pace. Following the up the person
attached to them he found no surprises. There stood the pint sized power
house that had proved a confusing and irritating thorn in his side.
"Vegeta" He acknowledged grudgingly.
"Yes Yamma, I'm back." came the curt and dismissive reply.
"That's King Yamma."
A familiarly sarcastic melody sprang forth, "Oh I'm so sorry. Since you never see fit to use my title I assumed we were beyond that."
"Very funny Vegeta." The red king sighed.
"That's Prince Vegeta." The small fighter shot back sharply. Before the king of otherworld had a chance the terse tornado continued. "Enough of this banter. What part of hell are you putting me this time?"
For once the giant figure was completely caught of guard. Even the last time the short sayian had been in otherworld he had been sent to heaven, albeit a very low level and that was after he had blasted a stadium full of people. "What makes you think you're going to hell?"
"I have killed millions, their blood is on my soul. No amount of good could rub it off; not the few noble deed I manage under Freeza, and not even the good I've done since. At any rate I'm Sayian, not some human Sayian like Kakarrotto, but a full blooded Sayian warrior. When was the last time you let one of us wander around snake way?" Shot quickly from the fiery fighter.
"Well there's a first time for everything." The ruler said shaking his head. In truth, the arrogant man had earned the right to free roam over otherworld, but it had taken a great deal of prodding from the supreme Kai to make sure that the honor was given. He shrugged, continuing, "Vegeta, you have earned the right to join the fighters at the Grand Kai's. You will be aloud to go where you will in otherworld."
Vegeta watched King Yamma speak and stamp his papers in shock. Surely this was a mistake, but it was one he surely wasn't going to interfere with. He didn't want to push his luck, but his soul was pressing him too fiercely. "So, I can go anywhere?"
"Yes!" The red god shouted. "And hopefully it will be out of here so I can get some work done."
His uncle's steady voice echoed softly in his head "Remember what I've told you nephew. Know when to press an issue and when to retreat; diplomacy." The Sayian Royal was treading on the patience of heaven's ruler. He changed his tone to mimic something softer in hopes that he could press a response from the giant. "I understand, but will you answer one question before I let you get back to work?"
The almost pleading tone in the proud prince's voice caught King Yamma off guard. He looked at the face of the man taking up more of his time than he had. His featured had softened, but his eyes still shone with all the fire the god had come to expect. Then he saw something else, desperation. Finally he spoke. "What is it?"
"The planet Vegetasai, once the planet Plant. When it was destroyed, what part of heaven, or hell, did you send the Sayians there to?" He replied steadily, trying hard not to let the shaking coming over him show.
"Oh, well let me think." Yamma replied looking over the man in front of him as he spoke. "Somewhere in the west heaven; south, south east area. I really can't say any closer than that. It's been awhile."
The king watched as Vegeta took in what was said. Had haggard breath had come the small frame standing before him? He couldn't say for sure, but the fighter was unnerved, and that was a very rare thing indeed. The price nodded, "Thank you. I will not bother you further."
The Sayian Price departed through the side door of the check-in station and leaned against the rail. A tearing pain ran through his soul as he gripped the railing, eyes fixed on the horizon. The soul bond between his old family, and his second family were strained and starting to pull him apart. He had to find them soon. The lost Sayian race and his farther were far away and the area they could be in would take months to cover, but his second family was very near, he could sense most of them already. "Bulma first, then to the Kai's. Maybe they can narrow down things a little." He thought as he blasted from the checkout station.
"Yes Yamma, I'm back." came the curt and dismissive reply.
"That's King Yamma."
A familiarly sarcastic melody sprang forth, "Oh I'm so sorry. Since you never see fit to use my title I assumed we were beyond that."
"Very funny Vegeta." The red king sighed.
"That's Prince Vegeta." The small fighter shot back sharply. Before the king of otherworld had a chance the terse tornado continued. "Enough of this banter. What part of hell are you putting me this time?"
For once the giant figure was completely caught of guard. Even the last time the short sayian had been in otherworld he had been sent to heaven, albeit a very low level and that was after he had blasted a stadium full of people. "What makes you think you're going to hell?"
"I have killed millions, their blood is on my soul. No amount of good could rub it off; not the few noble deed I manage under Freeza, and not even the good I've done since. At any rate I'm Sayian, not some human Sayian like Kakarrotto, but a full blooded Sayian warrior. When was the last time you let one of us wander around snake way?" Shot quickly from the fiery fighter.
"Well there's a first time for everything." The ruler said shaking his head. In truth, the arrogant man had earned the right to free roam over otherworld, but it had taken a great deal of prodding from the supreme Kai to make sure that the honor was given. He shrugged, continuing, "Vegeta, you have earned the right to join the fighters at the Grand Kai's. You will be aloud to go where you will in otherworld."
Vegeta watched King Yamma speak and stamp his papers in shock. Surely this was a mistake, but it was one he surely wasn't going to interfere with. He didn't want to push his luck, but his soul was pressing him too fiercely. "So, I can go anywhere?"
"Yes!" The red god shouted. "And hopefully it will be out of here so I can get some work done."
His uncle's steady voice echoed softly in his head "Remember what I've told you nephew. Know when to press an issue and when to retreat; diplomacy." The Sayian Royal was treading on the patience of heaven's ruler. He changed his tone to mimic something softer in hopes that he could press a response from the giant. "I understand, but will you answer one question before I let you get back to work?"
The almost pleading tone in the proud prince's voice caught King Yamma off guard. He looked at the face of the man taking up more of his time than he had. His featured had softened, but his eyes still shone with all the fire the god had come to expect. Then he saw something else, desperation. Finally he spoke. "What is it?"
"The planet Vegetasai, once the planet Plant. When it was destroyed, what part of heaven, or hell, did you send the Sayians there to?" He replied steadily, trying hard not to let the shaking coming over him show.
"Oh, well let me think." Yamma replied looking over the man in front of him as he spoke. "Somewhere in the west heaven; south, south east area. I really can't say any closer than that. It's been awhile."
The king watched as Vegeta took in what was said. Had haggard breath had come the small frame standing before him? He couldn't say for sure, but the fighter was unnerved, and that was a very rare thing indeed. The price nodded, "Thank you. I will not bother you further."
The Sayian Price departed through the side door of the check-in station and leaned against the rail. A tearing pain ran through his soul as he gripped the railing, eyes fixed on the horizon. The soul bond between his old family, and his second family were strained and starting to pull him apart. He had to find them soon. The lost Sayian race and his farther were far away and the area they could be in would take months to cover, but his second family was very near, he could sense most of them already. "Bulma first, then to the Kai's. Maybe they can narrow down things a little." He thought as he blasted from the checkout station.