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"Damned it!" Vegeta fumed, then sneezed again. "What the hell is wrong with me? Saiyans don't catch colds!" Vegeta had only just arrived home from his birthday party. He had left early, using the sneezing fit as an excuse to get away. Vegeta did very much enjoy seeing everyone again, but he had "The Plan" rolling around in his head and it was fast becoming an obsession. What had once been something of a random thought was fast becoming a solidified, committed, plan. "I am going to New Namek and use the Dragonballs to wish for a warrior's death! Anything, ANYTHING is better than staying here and wasting away like some dried up piece of fruit. And, I will wish for a glorious battle against a foe I can't possibly beat!" Vegeta declared. Vegeta vaguely thought about simply wishing himself younger, and immortal, but dismissed these thoughts. Vegeta had become aware, over his life span, of the wisdom of nature and the powers that be. Death cleared out the old and made way for the new. And as Vegeta has observed in the generations of Saiyans following him, and Kakkarott, the new seems to always be better and more exciting than the old. "No" Vegeta thought, "My time here is almost over, and I'll let it pass. Hehehehe… But not without a fight!"
Vegeta then turned to the intercom on the kitchen wall and press the "speak" button. "Roger, report to me in the kitchen at once!" Roger was one of the personal servants assigned to attend to Vegeta's needs. "Y-yes sir, Mr. Vegeta!" came the reply. Vegeta had always made Roger nervous, although he couldn't really put a finger on exactly why. Vegeta had never hurt him, and actually treated him pretty well. There was just something horribly menacing about him. If Trunks didn't pay him such a huge salary, he'd be long gone by this time. Less than a minute later, Roger stood in front of the Prince of the Saiyans, notepad and pen in hand. Vegeta enjoyed the discomfort he was causing a man 1/4th his age, who stood in excess of 6' 5", and obviously an athlete by Earth's standards. However, today Vegeta decided to let the poor guy off the hook and gave the guy what he hoped was a disarming smile. Seeing that the poor guy was even more scared after the smile, Vegeta laid a hand on his shoulder. "Relax Roger, I don't bite you know." A phrase from something Roger read some years ago ran through his mind, "The older the Tiger, the sharper the fang", but he did manage to relax a bit and give Vegeta a smile.
"Roger, I've called you here because I'm planning a little trip and I need you to gather the supplies I'll need" Vegeta stated. "Oh, very good sir, how long will you be gone?" Roger asked. "It's not so much how long I will be gone, but the amount of travel time that's involved. Vegeta explained "Once I'm to my destination, I will have no further use for supplies." "Oh, I see." Puzzled Roger. "And just what do you expect your travel time to be?" Vegeta thought for a moment, "Roughly four days, but make it five just to be safe." Vegeta answered. This puzzled Roger even further. With today's technology, there is no destination on the planet that could not be reached within five, maybe six hours. One could travel to another planet in five or six days! Roger really didn't have a clue as to how right on the mark he was with that comment, but he didn't voice it either. "You understand my needs here Roger?" Vegeta asked. Roger nodded his head knowing all to well the voracious appetite of the man in front of him. "Yes sir, I am fully aware of what you will need for that amount of time." Roger smirked a bit. Vegeta smirked back, "Good, I will need these supplies gathered by 6:00 PM, day after tomorrow, which gives you two full days. Any problems with that?" "May I draw on other members of the staff for help?" Vegeta shrugged "Sure, use whomever you need to get this job done, tell them it's top priority." "Then I shall have no difficulty completing this task in two days, probably sooner. With your permission, I will get started right away." Vegeta resisted the urge to say, "Then make it so…", (damned! I've been watching too many damned Star Trek reruns lately!) and simply said, "Sure."
Roger was heading out the door when Vegeta said, "Oh, and Roger?" "Yes sir?" "It would make me pretty cranky if my son, daughter or grandson were to find out about any of this, do you understand?" Yes sir, I will not make you cranky sir." "Good Roger, thank you, please get started." Roger sweatdropped big time! Never has Vegeta been so polite to him before! "Y-y-yes sir!" Roger stammered, and walked out of the kitchen.
Vegeta smiled to himself. This is going to happen! "The Plan" is coming together! A shadow crossed his face. "I really regret having to keep this from my family, but if Trunks or Trunks Jr. found out, they would probably try to stop me. Vegeta lamented the fact that while both of his male progeny are strong, capable warriors, they really don't know what it means to be a Saiyan Warrior. At the same time, Vegeta did not want to just up and leave without saying good-bye. "This is going to be the biggest challenge to "The Plan", but there must be some solution." "Oh well, I've got a couple of days to think about this. In the meantime let's see what we have as far as ships in the sub-lab hangar." Vegeta made the trek to the other end of the complex, absently noting that he had not sneezed in quite some time.
Author's note: It's my understanding that in Japanese culture a common wives tale or bit of folklore is that people sneeze when they are being talked about out of ear shot. There are a few scenes in DB, and DBZ that make more sense if you know this. The scene where Yamucha sneezes while Goku and Trunks are talking about him and Bulma not getting together, for example, and Bulma says, "Well excuse you!" (At least in the Funmation version) At first blush, this scene makes no sense at all. I guess it's roughly the equivalent to a person's ears burning in western culture. Any ways, having a bunch of Kais talking about you should really make you sneeze!
"Damned it!" Vegeta fumed, then sneezed again. "What the hell is wrong with me? Saiyans don't catch colds!" Vegeta had only just arrived home from his birthday party. He had left early, using the sneezing fit as an excuse to get away. Vegeta did very much enjoy seeing everyone again, but he had "The Plan" rolling around in his head and it was fast becoming an obsession. What had once been something of a random thought was fast becoming a solidified, committed, plan. "I am going to New Namek and use the Dragonballs to wish for a warrior's death! Anything, ANYTHING is better than staying here and wasting away like some dried up piece of fruit. And, I will wish for a glorious battle against a foe I can't possibly beat!" Vegeta declared. Vegeta vaguely thought about simply wishing himself younger, and immortal, but dismissed these thoughts. Vegeta had become aware, over his life span, of the wisdom of nature and the powers that be. Death cleared out the old and made way for the new. And as Vegeta has observed in the generations of Saiyans following him, and Kakkarott, the new seems to always be better and more exciting than the old. "No" Vegeta thought, "My time here is almost over, and I'll let it pass. Hehehehe… But not without a fight!"
Vegeta then turned to the intercom on the kitchen wall and press the "speak" button. "Roger, report to me in the kitchen at once!" Roger was one of the personal servants assigned to attend to Vegeta's needs. "Y-yes sir, Mr. Vegeta!" came the reply. Vegeta had always made Roger nervous, although he couldn't really put a finger on exactly why. Vegeta had never hurt him, and actually treated him pretty well. There was just something horribly menacing about him. If Trunks didn't pay him such a huge salary, he'd be long gone by this time. Less than a minute later, Roger stood in front of the Prince of the Saiyans, notepad and pen in hand. Vegeta enjoyed the discomfort he was causing a man 1/4th his age, who stood in excess of 6' 5", and obviously an athlete by Earth's standards. However, today Vegeta decided to let the poor guy off the hook and gave the guy what he hoped was a disarming smile. Seeing that the poor guy was even more scared after the smile, Vegeta laid a hand on his shoulder. "Relax Roger, I don't bite you know." A phrase from something Roger read some years ago ran through his mind, "The older the Tiger, the sharper the fang", but he did manage to relax a bit and give Vegeta a smile.
"Roger, I've called you here because I'm planning a little trip and I need you to gather the supplies I'll need" Vegeta stated. "Oh, very good sir, how long will you be gone?" Roger asked. "It's not so much how long I will be gone, but the amount of travel time that's involved. Vegeta explained "Once I'm to my destination, I will have no further use for supplies." "Oh, I see." Puzzled Roger. "And just what do you expect your travel time to be?" Vegeta thought for a moment, "Roughly four days, but make it five just to be safe." Vegeta answered. This puzzled Roger even further. With today's technology, there is no destination on the planet that could not be reached within five, maybe six hours. One could travel to another planet in five or six days! Roger really didn't have a clue as to how right on the mark he was with that comment, but he didn't voice it either. "You understand my needs here Roger?" Vegeta asked. Roger nodded his head knowing all to well the voracious appetite of the man in front of him. "Yes sir, I am fully aware of what you will need for that amount of time." Roger smirked a bit. Vegeta smirked back, "Good, I will need these supplies gathered by 6:00 PM, day after tomorrow, which gives you two full days. Any problems with that?" "May I draw on other members of the staff for help?" Vegeta shrugged "Sure, use whomever you need to get this job done, tell them it's top priority." "Then I shall have no difficulty completing this task in two days, probably sooner. With your permission, I will get started right away." Vegeta resisted the urge to say, "Then make it so…", (damned! I've been watching too many damned Star Trek reruns lately!) and simply said, "Sure."
Roger was heading out the door when Vegeta said, "Oh, and Roger?" "Yes sir?" "It would make me pretty cranky if my son, daughter or grandson were to find out about any of this, do you understand?" Yes sir, I will not make you cranky sir." "Good Roger, thank you, please get started." Roger sweatdropped big time! Never has Vegeta been so polite to him before! "Y-y-yes sir!" Roger stammered, and walked out of the kitchen.
Vegeta smiled to himself. This is going to happen! "The Plan" is coming together! A shadow crossed his face. "I really regret having to keep this from my family, but if Trunks or Trunks Jr. found out, they would probably try to stop me. Vegeta lamented the fact that while both of his male progeny are strong, capable warriors, they really don't know what it means to be a Saiyan Warrior. At the same time, Vegeta did not want to just up and leave without saying good-bye. "This is going to be the biggest challenge to "The Plan", but there must be some solution." "Oh well, I've got a couple of days to think about this. In the meantime let's see what we have as far as ships in the sub-lab hangar." Vegeta made the trek to the other end of the complex, absently noting that he had not sneezed in quite some time.
Author's note: It's my understanding that in Japanese culture a common wives tale or bit of folklore is that people sneeze when they are being talked about out of ear shot. There are a few scenes in DB, and DBZ that make more sense if you know this. The scene where Yamucha sneezes while Goku and Trunks are talking about him and Bulma not getting together, for example, and Bulma says, "Well excuse you!" (At least in the Funmation version) At first blush, this scene makes no sense at all. I guess it's roughly the equivalent to a person's ears burning in western culture. Any ways, having a bunch of Kais talking about you should really make you sneeze!