The rain fell heavily on his face and Vegeta blinked it away. He had just been beaten by this cyborg. A woman no less. Even becoming a Supersayajin hadn't helped. Was this all he could become? The best he could get?

"No" he screamed, beating down his fists and powering up to supersayajinmodus. The rain seeemed to fall even harder, as he suddenly felt a tremendous force, pulling him upwards and then throwing him aside like an unwanted towel, smashing him to the ground. The sky darkened and he heard a distant rumbling like an upcoming thunderstorm. He got up and scratched his head.
What was that?
Then the earth shook abruptly and Vegeta lost his footing. He got pulled up again and shot headfirst into a rock.
"What the…" he demanded as soon as he had gotten up again. Did those damn cyborgs return? The air was moist and hot and he squeezed his eyes to see through the mists. It rumbled again and he suddenly found himself almost glued to the rock, pressing his back firmly against it. A whole lot of tiny protrusions bit through his armor, penetrating the skin. He scrambled to get away but the invisible force pinned him even harder onto this strange rock, this time lifting him skywards.
"Arg" the Sayajinprince screamed in anger. "Who's playing games with me?"
The pressure reminded him of the time he had spent in the gravityroom, but this time it was not holding him down but tumbling him around with tremendous force. Vegeta felt like the olive in a giant martini. Shaken and stirred at the same time. He reached out for something to hold on to, but everything around was slippery and covered with some kind of pink slime. It smelled like roses. Vegeta boosted up to full power and withstood the awful powers of the storm. His hair, usually stiff and spiky, hung down in his eyes. With an angry cry he pushed the strands away and tried to peer through the everpouring waters.

He could make out some kind of reflection in one corner of this strange dark valley the storm had flung himself into. Gathering all his supersayajin powers he hit off in that direction. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw something green and incredibly white. He flew right at it, when those centrifugal forces kicked in again and flung him against some kind of glassy door. He tried to hold on to it, pushing the soft blonde hair from his eyes, peering outward. Through the bulbous glass he could make out a distorted image of Piccolo waving frantically. If Vegeta was good at reading lips he might have recognized the word "hells spiral". But he wasn't and so he only saw the blinding light approaching him.

Had Piccolo finally gone mad?

The glass shattered and the rain poured out pulling Vegeta with it. He landed on a tiled floor not unlike the one in gods palace.

"Vegeta" shouted Piccolo. "What's wrong with your hair?"
"Nothing" grumbled the Sayajinprince and shook like a wet dog. His hair remained flat, incredibly soft and smelled of roses. Angrily he stared at the dry white clothing Piccolo was wearing. There was not a hint of dirt on his cape.
"Where am .. " he just started to ask when a loud voice boomed from above.
"Nelson? Did you put your Piccolo in the washing machine as well?"
"No need for it, he's still quite clean"
"Hm…then it's only my little Vegeta who is always dirty" Ceeny sighed, picked up her still wet doll and cuddled him lovingly. "Perhaps I shouldn't have used that softener."
If she had just looked a little closer she might have noticed the look of disgust and anger that spread on Vegetas face but she didn't see and carried him and Nelsons plush Piccolo back to the living room.