Vegeta backed the air-minivan out of the driveway. Waving one last time to the assembled group, he put it in drive and began to head down the road.
As soon as the Capsule Corp. building was out of sight, Vegeta pulled over. He swivelled his head around so that he could look at all the other occupants of the vehicle.
"I'm only going to say this once, so listen up! No talking! This trip is going to be hell enough as it is without your fool chattering! So if I hear you talking..." Vegeta drew his finger across his throat. "Understand?"
The others gulped, and nodded.
"Good!"
***
Of course, it didn't take long for this peace to be broken.
And of course, it was Kakarot who did it.
"So, Father..." he began, turning around in his seat.
"Kakarot! What did I say? No talking!" Vegeta shouted, barely taking his eyes off the road, yet still managing to shoot daggers.
"Sorry Vegeta," Kakarot whispered humbly. They rode in silence for a few minutes. Then, Kakarot spoke again.
"Please, Vegeta? This is kinda boring..."
"Oh, all right! But just be quiet about it!"
"Thanks! So, Father..."
"Yes? What do you want to know?" said Bardock.
"I hear you were a great scientist..."
Bardock burst into laughter. "Great scientist? Hell no! I'm a warrior! Who the hell told you I was a great scientist?!"
"There's a restaurant! Come on! Let's go! Time to eat!" Vegeta said loudly, parking the air-minivan.
***
The Saiyans had a good time in the restaurant, and even Vegeta had to admit it wasn't too bad. The newly revived Saiyans had received devices from Bulma that let them learn all languages spoken on Earth in their sleep, so they were able to read their menus without requiring assistance from Vegeta or Kakarot.
Without any "important" humans like Chi-Chi or Bulma around, the Saiyans didn't have to bother about things like "manners." Napkins? That's what the tablecloth is for. Different forks for different servings? If they were going to use any forks at all, one would suffice. Humans staring? Well, four of them didn't care--they were superior beings--and the last didn't notice. He never did.
Finally, however, the restaurant had run out of food. After the waiter came by with the quite sizable bill, Vegeta opened his wallet and removed his special Capsule Corp. credit card. As they waited on the waiter's return, Raditz looked at the card.
"Cardholder's name: Vegeta Briefs?!"
Nappa almost choked. "That's HER name! YOU'VE taken on HER name?!"
"It's for legal reasons, you bakas! Do you hear? LEGAL REASONS!" Vegeta shouted. Not that it did any good. His subjects continued to snicker.
"You three, shut up! And Kakarot, whether or not you live is totally dependent on you moving your hand away from my hair and failing to ruffle it in a so-called 'playful' fashion."
***
The first planned stop on the route was, to Vegeta's horror...a mall. Apparently Bulma thought the Saiyans should experience a regular mall.
"Ok you fools, the itenirary calls for us to stay here...oh no...two hours. Fortunately, we can always just spend that time in the food court."
Everyone liked this idea. Spend two hours in the food court they did, using the special Capsule Corp. credit card--which Bardock, Nappa, and Raditz still laughed at.
But Vegeta got his revenge pretty soon.
"Hey, Raditz," Vegeta said.
"Yes, Prince Vegeta?"
"Look over at that female. I think she is, as the Earthlings put it, 'checking you out.'"
Indeed, more than a few girls and women were looking admiringly at Raditz, whose vest did little to conceal his physique. Vegeta had simply directed him to the best-looking one.
"Not bad, is she?"
Raditz mumbled something, and bent industriously over his food. Of course, Saiyans always bent industriously over their food, but Raditz took it even further.
"I didn't hear you, Raditz. You need to speak up," said Vegeta evilly.
"I said, I guess not, Prince Vegeta," said Raditz.
"Well then, why don't you go over and talk to her? Get her name and her 'telephone number,' that will let you talk to her later."
"Prince Vegeta--" Raditz started to object, but Vegeta cut him off with an icy glare. Raditz reluctantly rose from the table and walked over to the woman. He returned a few seconds later with a piece of paper clutched in his hand.
"I have done it, Prince Vegeta."
"Excellent. Now, you'd better give that paper to me. Wouldn't want you to accidentally lose it, now would we?"
Taking it from Raditz, Vegeta put the paper in his pocket.
Vegeta smirked. *One humiliated, two to go.*
As soon as the Capsule Corp. building was out of sight, Vegeta pulled over. He swivelled his head around so that he could look at all the other occupants of the vehicle.
"I'm only going to say this once, so listen up! No talking! This trip is going to be hell enough as it is without your fool chattering! So if I hear you talking..." Vegeta drew his finger across his throat. "Understand?"
The others gulped, and nodded.
"Good!"
***
Of course, it didn't take long for this peace to be broken.
And of course, it was Kakarot who did it.
"So, Father..." he began, turning around in his seat.
"Kakarot! What did I say? No talking!" Vegeta shouted, barely taking his eyes off the road, yet still managing to shoot daggers.
"Sorry Vegeta," Kakarot whispered humbly. They rode in silence for a few minutes. Then, Kakarot spoke again.
"Please, Vegeta? This is kinda boring..."
"Oh, all right! But just be quiet about it!"
"Thanks! So, Father..."
"Yes? What do you want to know?" said Bardock.
"I hear you were a great scientist..."
Bardock burst into laughter. "Great scientist? Hell no! I'm a warrior! Who the hell told you I was a great scientist?!"
"There's a restaurant! Come on! Let's go! Time to eat!" Vegeta said loudly, parking the air-minivan.
***
The Saiyans had a good time in the restaurant, and even Vegeta had to admit it wasn't too bad. The newly revived Saiyans had received devices from Bulma that let them learn all languages spoken on Earth in their sleep, so they were able to read their menus without requiring assistance from Vegeta or Kakarot.
Without any "important" humans like Chi-Chi or Bulma around, the Saiyans didn't have to bother about things like "manners." Napkins? That's what the tablecloth is for. Different forks for different servings? If they were going to use any forks at all, one would suffice. Humans staring? Well, four of them didn't care--they were superior beings--and the last didn't notice. He never did.
Finally, however, the restaurant had run out of food. After the waiter came by with the quite sizable bill, Vegeta opened his wallet and removed his special Capsule Corp. credit card. As they waited on the waiter's return, Raditz looked at the card.
"Cardholder's name: Vegeta Briefs?!"
Nappa almost choked. "That's HER name! YOU'VE taken on HER name?!"
"It's for legal reasons, you bakas! Do you hear? LEGAL REASONS!" Vegeta shouted. Not that it did any good. His subjects continued to snicker.
"You three, shut up! And Kakarot, whether or not you live is totally dependent on you moving your hand away from my hair and failing to ruffle it in a so-called 'playful' fashion."
***
The first planned stop on the route was, to Vegeta's horror...a mall. Apparently Bulma thought the Saiyans should experience a regular mall.
"Ok you fools, the itenirary calls for us to stay here...oh no...two hours. Fortunately, we can always just spend that time in the food court."
Everyone liked this idea. Spend two hours in the food court they did, using the special Capsule Corp. credit card--which Bardock, Nappa, and Raditz still laughed at.
But Vegeta got his revenge pretty soon.
"Hey, Raditz," Vegeta said.
"Yes, Prince Vegeta?"
"Look over at that female. I think she is, as the Earthlings put it, 'checking you out.'"
Indeed, more than a few girls and women were looking admiringly at Raditz, whose vest did little to conceal his physique. Vegeta had simply directed him to the best-looking one.
"Not bad, is she?"
Raditz mumbled something, and bent industriously over his food. Of course, Saiyans always bent industriously over their food, but Raditz took it even further.
"I didn't hear you, Raditz. You need to speak up," said Vegeta evilly.
"I said, I guess not, Prince Vegeta," said Raditz.
"Well then, why don't you go over and talk to her? Get her name and her 'telephone number,' that will let you talk to her later."
"Prince Vegeta--" Raditz started to object, but Vegeta cut him off with an icy glare. Raditz reluctantly rose from the table and walked over to the woman. He returned a few seconds later with a piece of paper clutched in his hand.
"I have done it, Prince Vegeta."
"Excellent. Now, you'd better give that paper to me. Wouldn't want you to accidentally lose it, now would we?"
Taking it from Raditz, Vegeta put the paper in his pocket.
Vegeta smirked. *One humiliated, two to go.*