"Frankly, I didn't think Mr. Satan would lose," said Soumei, as he and the other two worked their way out of the stadium along with the rest of the crowd.
"Especially to that guy," said Jinsoku. None of them had expected the short, pointy-haired guy to win.
"But at least he did lose, there is that," said Karyuudo.
***
Vegeta had already begun to leave when the Budokai Announcer entered the fighters' area.
"Mr. Briefs! Excuse me!"
"What do you want?"
"Here's your prize money!" The Announcer caught up with him and handed him a large suitcase. Vegeta opened it. There was indeed lots of money.
"That's ten million zeni in thousand zeni bills. Enjoy!"
"I'm married to the world's richest woman. I don't need this."
The Announcer shrugged. "Well, I'm sure you'll find a use for it. Congratulations, and see you in three years!" He walked out.
Vegeta looked at the money for a moment more; it was in one hundred bunches, wrapped together. Each stack contained one hundred of the bills. It wasn't long before he decided what to do with it all.
"Hey! Purple-haired brats!"
Trunks and Mirai looked up at him, just in time to see a wrapped bunch headed towards each of their heads. They were startled, but both managed to catch their money.
"I'm giving you an allowance bonus! CATCH!" said the Saiyan king, grinning wickedly.
With that, Vegeta began an onslaught of the bunches, hurling them at his sons in rapid-fire fashion like a demented baseball pitcher. By the time he had thrown all of them, Trunks and Mirai had caught fifty each, which they were desperately trying to hold onto without dropping.
Simply dropping and leaving the suitcase, Vegeta walked to the exit, the others trailing. As he reached the exit, he found his forward progress blocked by a crowd of reporters with microphones and video cameras.
"Mr. Briefs," said one of them, "Would you please give us a statement?"
"Certainly." He extended his palm, pointed it at the crowd, and charged up a ki blast. "I state that if you don't get out of my way, I'll blast you all into oblivion."
"You're bluffing."
"Try me."
There was a long moment's pause, then the reporters parted to let him and the others through. He was indeed bluffing--if he did kill them Bulma would be very mad--but they didn't have to know that.
As he deactivated the blast and continued onwards, his attention was soon caught by something else.
"YOU WON!"
Bulma was sprinting as fast as she could. When she reached him, she yanked him towards her and gave him a passionate kiss.
When she had finished, the first thing he noticed was that the reporters had caught the whole thing on film. The second thing he'd noticed was that the other full-blooded Saiyans had arrived in time to see it.
If there was one thing he disliked more than public embarassment, it was public embarassment in front of his subjects.
***
Vegeta wasn't normally one to indulge in many luxuries. However, today's fights had taken much of his energy. So after he showered off, he decided that getting some sleep wouldn't be such a bad idea, and it could probably be allowed.
Of course, when Saiyans do something, they do it large.
***
He awoke to see that it was two hours after he had fallen asleep; that was longer than he had intended. Cursing himself, he rose and decided to head to the kitchen.
As he reached the door into the hallway, he paused, and walked back several steps.
The small calendar on one of the chest's read May 9.
The tournament had been held on May 7.
By Kami-sama, had he slept for two days? Or was this simply one of Trunks's pranks?
He marched into the main gathering room, where he found the rest of the Capsule Corporation population clustered around the television.
"Did you fools really let me sleep for two whole days?!"
"Yep," replied Bulma. "Now come sit down and watch this."
"Why?"
"It's supposed to be some documentary about you. Apparently they managed to put one together in two days. We're recording it, too, just in case you hadn't woken up. Now hurry up and sit down, it's about to start."
Taking a seat, Vegeta knew that he would regret this.
"Especially to that guy," said Jinsoku. None of them had expected the short, pointy-haired guy to win.
"But at least he did lose, there is that," said Karyuudo.
***
Vegeta had already begun to leave when the Budokai Announcer entered the fighters' area.
"Mr. Briefs! Excuse me!"
"What do you want?"
"Here's your prize money!" The Announcer caught up with him and handed him a large suitcase. Vegeta opened it. There was indeed lots of money.
"That's ten million zeni in thousand zeni bills. Enjoy!"
"I'm married to the world's richest woman. I don't need this."
The Announcer shrugged. "Well, I'm sure you'll find a use for it. Congratulations, and see you in three years!" He walked out.
Vegeta looked at the money for a moment more; it was in one hundred bunches, wrapped together. Each stack contained one hundred of the bills. It wasn't long before he decided what to do with it all.
"Hey! Purple-haired brats!"
Trunks and Mirai looked up at him, just in time to see a wrapped bunch headed towards each of their heads. They were startled, but both managed to catch their money.
"I'm giving you an allowance bonus! CATCH!" said the Saiyan king, grinning wickedly.
With that, Vegeta began an onslaught of the bunches, hurling them at his sons in rapid-fire fashion like a demented baseball pitcher. By the time he had thrown all of them, Trunks and Mirai had caught fifty each, which they were desperately trying to hold onto without dropping.
Simply dropping and leaving the suitcase, Vegeta walked to the exit, the others trailing. As he reached the exit, he found his forward progress blocked by a crowd of reporters with microphones and video cameras.
"Mr. Briefs," said one of them, "Would you please give us a statement?"
"Certainly." He extended his palm, pointed it at the crowd, and charged up a ki blast. "I state that if you don't get out of my way, I'll blast you all into oblivion."
"You're bluffing."
"Try me."
There was a long moment's pause, then the reporters parted to let him and the others through. He was indeed bluffing--if he did kill them Bulma would be very mad--but they didn't have to know that.
As he deactivated the blast and continued onwards, his attention was soon caught by something else.
"YOU WON!"
Bulma was sprinting as fast as she could. When she reached him, she yanked him towards her and gave him a passionate kiss.
When she had finished, the first thing he noticed was that the reporters had caught the whole thing on film. The second thing he'd noticed was that the other full-blooded Saiyans had arrived in time to see it.
If there was one thing he disliked more than public embarassment, it was public embarassment in front of his subjects.
***
Vegeta wasn't normally one to indulge in many luxuries. However, today's fights had taken much of his energy. So after he showered off, he decided that getting some sleep wouldn't be such a bad idea, and it could probably be allowed.
Of course, when Saiyans do something, they do it large.
***
He awoke to see that it was two hours after he had fallen asleep; that was longer than he had intended. Cursing himself, he rose and decided to head to the kitchen.
As he reached the door into the hallway, he paused, and walked back several steps.
The small calendar on one of the chest's read May 9.
The tournament had been held on May 7.
By Kami-sama, had he slept for two days? Or was this simply one of Trunks's pranks?
He marched into the main gathering room, where he found the rest of the Capsule Corporation population clustered around the television.
"Did you fools really let me sleep for two whole days?!"
"Yep," replied Bulma. "Now come sit down and watch this."
"Why?"
"It's supposed to be some documentary about you. Apparently they managed to put one together in two days. We're recording it, too, just in case you hadn't woken up. Now hurry up and sit down, it's about to start."
Taking a seat, Vegeta knew that he would regret this.
