A look into Vegeta's mind right after the folks of DBZ were warned by Trunks about the Artificial Humans. Vegeta starts training, thinking the following ... (please read and review)

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Novelty.

Always to remain as one, isn't it sweet? My very own
private version of paradise. Who am I kidding ...

I must become supreme. Ascend the throne that only
I am worthy of. Can not be last, can not play second
or third fiddle to a couple of shits. No matter what
it take, it will be done.

This is wrong, it's all wrong. Its coming apart,
crumbling before my very eyes. This is all just wrong.

I'm not philosophical, rhetorical or anything of the
sort. But I try. I am a warrior, its as simple as
that. I'm bored and injured but I try. This sucks.
Did I mention I'm also tired?

And on top of everything, I think I'm wearing the
wrong ... Hell, everything. Pink and lemon, I'm a
fucking clown. Or moron, whatever fits better.

Just great. Such a drag. Oh well, training awaits.

And the novelty wears off.