Goku: Hey, that was a pretty good ki effect guys!
Gohan: Yeah, it was all my idea!!
Goku: Yeah, well where did it seem like such a good idea to rip away half
the Earth's ozone layer just to tell someone goodbye?
Gohan: Like I said, it was all Trunks Jr.'s idea.
Trunks Jr.: Hey!!
Anyway, I still don't own DBZ or any of it's regular characters. On with the story!!
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"To answer your question Roger, "They" are my.. " Vegeta searches for a word to use, but none seem more appropriate right now than, "friends."
"Is having your friends scare the crap out of you customary?" Roger smirked.
Vegeta laughed, "Not customary perhaps, but not unheard of either."
"New Namek Coordinates accepted, ETA 3.24 Earth Standard Days. Hyperdrive calculations in progress. Gravity normalized to Earth normal, Stealth Systems on standby", Bulma-Computer reported.
"What? Only a little over three days? I planned for five." Vegeta puzzled.
"Computer.." Vegeta began. *
"Computer?" Vegeta tried again. *
"Computer answer me!!" Vegeta demanded.
"Let me try something sir." Roger asked. Vegeta nodded his head for approval.
"Bulma?" Roger began.
"Working. User Identity Unknown. Bulma online, May I be of assistance to unknown user?"
"Not at this time Bulma." Roger answered.
"Great. You mean to tell me that the computer answers to the name of Bulma?"
"It would seem so." Roger answered.
"This is seriously creeping me out, it's like talking to my dead wife." Vegeta bemoaned.
Vegeta sighed. "Alright then. Bulma!"
Working. User Identified. Bulma online, May I be of assistance to you Veggie-chan?"
"WHAT!! I TOLD YOU NEVER TO CALL ME THAT, WOMAN!!" Vegeta screamed back.
Roger was working very hard to stifle a wide grin at this point.
"User Veggie-chan has access to all voice activated functions, please state your request."
"Fine! I'm feeding you in a new set of coordinates. Tell me how much of a delay it would create by going to these coordinates before going to New Namek." Vegeta's hands worked on the keyboard.
"Working... It would create a delay of approximately 28.3 Earth Standard Hours, within a plus or minus 3% margin for error." Bulma-computer concluded.
"Fine, recalculate the hyperdrive for the new coordinates first, then on to New Namek." Vegeta ordered. "Working.. New calculations being processed for inputted coordinates. Will that be all Veggie-chan?" Bulma-computer asked.
"Yes! That will be quite enough!" Vegeta snapped at the computer.
"So, my mate managed to get the last laugh in after all." Vegeta thought to himself. "Damned but I miss that woman!"
Roger, not entirely sure how to interpret the dynamics of the exchange between the computer and Vegeta was feeling a bit like he was left out of the loop somewhere along the line. "Well, we've got an hour or so before we transition into hyperspace, so I'm going to run down and start some dinner. Would you like anything to drink in the meantime?
Vegeta thought. "Sure, some lemon Crystal Light if you don't mind, with two ice cubes."
"I will bring that to you immediately. Also, I need to remind you that it's time for your evening meds." Roger said.
"Sigh. I know. " Vegeta sighed while reaching into his pocket for the hated dispenser.
"If you like, I could program Bulma to remind you when it's time for you to take your meds." Roger said with a huge grin.
"You do, and I'll send you back to Earth, WITHOUT the escape pod!" Vegeta warned.
Roger waited until he was down the hall to laugh.
After the pilothouse door shut behind Roger, Vegeta stretched back and looked out at the stars. There was one in particular that caught his attention. He wasn't entirely sure why he told the computer to take him there before going to New Namek, but he did know that he had always wanted to go there one last time before he shuffled off this mortal coil. However, even now he questioned the sanity of it. There was, after all, nothing there but a small solar system with one large debris field marking a ruined planet. What was it he hoped to see? Vegeta didn't know, but he did know he had to go back just one last time.
Roger pondered some of what he had heard since coming aboard. "Why does Vegeta keep referring to "humans" as if they were something different than himself? Is he not human as well? And what was that about wanting to die in battle?" Roger doesn't typically ponder the eccentricities of people he works for. After all, one of the keys to a good employer/employee relationship in his field was not sticking your nose into your bosses business. So the less you know about such things, the better off you are. You became an expert at knowing things like their favorite dish, the temperature they like their house to be set at, or their favorite, or "Good Luck" article of clothing, and so on, but you kept ignorant about the bullwhip you found in the box at the bottom of their closet, or the age of the young lady they're entertaining this evening. Vegeta, however, had no such vices to report. He didn't drink more than once or twice a year, didn't smoke, no weird sexual fetishes that Roger could tell, no playboy or penthouse magazines hidden in or around the house, nothing. The only weird thing that Roger ever noticed was that he overheard the guy refer to himself as a prince a few times. Up until now Roger had simply written it off as a mild, harmless delusion. Roger remembers when he first started working for Trunks as Vegeta's personal valet. Vegeta wanted no part of it at all! "The guy wouldn't even talk to me for weeks!" Roger chuckles. When Vegeta did finally start talking to him, it was in short, usually monosyllabic grunts and yells. "Vegeta sure has changed over the last week! Roger thought. "He's even been polite!" Roger removed the pitcher of lemon Crystal Light from the refrigerator, poured Vegeta glass, and put two ice cubes in it. Well, I guess I will treat what I have heard the same way I always have as a personal valet. If he wants me to know, he will tell me. Otherwise it's none of my business, no matter how much my curiosity is piqued. As Roger headed back towards the pilothouse, he pondered on just how strange life can get sometimes.
Somewhere, in another dimension, on another planet, a short, round, blue man who resembles a catfish smiles and says, "Roger, you ain't seen nothing yet!"
Anyway, I still don't own DBZ or any of it's regular characters. On with the story!!
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"To answer your question Roger, "They" are my.. " Vegeta searches for a word to use, but none seem more appropriate right now than, "friends."
"Is having your friends scare the crap out of you customary?" Roger smirked.
Vegeta laughed, "Not customary perhaps, but not unheard of either."
"New Namek Coordinates accepted, ETA 3.24 Earth Standard Days. Hyperdrive calculations in progress. Gravity normalized to Earth normal, Stealth Systems on standby", Bulma-Computer reported.
"What? Only a little over three days? I planned for five." Vegeta puzzled.
"Computer.." Vegeta began. *
"Computer?" Vegeta tried again. *
"Computer answer me!!" Vegeta demanded.
"Let me try something sir." Roger asked. Vegeta nodded his head for approval.
"Bulma?" Roger began.
"Working. User Identity Unknown. Bulma online, May I be of assistance to unknown user?"
"Not at this time Bulma." Roger answered.
"Great. You mean to tell me that the computer answers to the name of Bulma?"
"It would seem so." Roger answered.
"This is seriously creeping me out, it's like talking to my dead wife." Vegeta bemoaned.
Vegeta sighed. "Alright then. Bulma!"
Working. User Identified. Bulma online, May I be of assistance to you Veggie-chan?"
"WHAT!! I TOLD YOU NEVER TO CALL ME THAT, WOMAN!!" Vegeta screamed back.
Roger was working very hard to stifle a wide grin at this point.
"User Veggie-chan has access to all voice activated functions, please state your request."
"Fine! I'm feeding you in a new set of coordinates. Tell me how much of a delay it would create by going to these coordinates before going to New Namek." Vegeta's hands worked on the keyboard.
"Working... It would create a delay of approximately 28.3 Earth Standard Hours, within a plus or minus 3% margin for error." Bulma-computer concluded.
"Fine, recalculate the hyperdrive for the new coordinates first, then on to New Namek." Vegeta ordered. "Working.. New calculations being processed for inputted coordinates. Will that be all Veggie-chan?" Bulma-computer asked.
"Yes! That will be quite enough!" Vegeta snapped at the computer.
"So, my mate managed to get the last laugh in after all." Vegeta thought to himself. "Damned but I miss that woman!"
Roger, not entirely sure how to interpret the dynamics of the exchange between the computer and Vegeta was feeling a bit like he was left out of the loop somewhere along the line. "Well, we've got an hour or so before we transition into hyperspace, so I'm going to run down and start some dinner. Would you like anything to drink in the meantime?
Vegeta thought. "Sure, some lemon Crystal Light if you don't mind, with two ice cubes."
"I will bring that to you immediately. Also, I need to remind you that it's time for your evening meds." Roger said.
"Sigh. I know. " Vegeta sighed while reaching into his pocket for the hated dispenser.
"If you like, I could program Bulma to remind you when it's time for you to take your meds." Roger said with a huge grin.
"You do, and I'll send you back to Earth, WITHOUT the escape pod!" Vegeta warned.
Roger waited until he was down the hall to laugh.
After the pilothouse door shut behind Roger, Vegeta stretched back and looked out at the stars. There was one in particular that caught his attention. He wasn't entirely sure why he told the computer to take him there before going to New Namek, but he did know that he had always wanted to go there one last time before he shuffled off this mortal coil. However, even now he questioned the sanity of it. There was, after all, nothing there but a small solar system with one large debris field marking a ruined planet. What was it he hoped to see? Vegeta didn't know, but he did know he had to go back just one last time.
Roger pondered some of what he had heard since coming aboard. "Why does Vegeta keep referring to "humans" as if they were something different than himself? Is he not human as well? And what was that about wanting to die in battle?" Roger doesn't typically ponder the eccentricities of people he works for. After all, one of the keys to a good employer/employee relationship in his field was not sticking your nose into your bosses business. So the less you know about such things, the better off you are. You became an expert at knowing things like their favorite dish, the temperature they like their house to be set at, or their favorite, or "Good Luck" article of clothing, and so on, but you kept ignorant about the bullwhip you found in the box at the bottom of their closet, or the age of the young lady they're entertaining this evening. Vegeta, however, had no such vices to report. He didn't drink more than once or twice a year, didn't smoke, no weird sexual fetishes that Roger could tell, no playboy or penthouse magazines hidden in or around the house, nothing. The only weird thing that Roger ever noticed was that he overheard the guy refer to himself as a prince a few times. Up until now Roger had simply written it off as a mild, harmless delusion. Roger remembers when he first started working for Trunks as Vegeta's personal valet. Vegeta wanted no part of it at all! "The guy wouldn't even talk to me for weeks!" Roger chuckles. When Vegeta did finally start talking to him, it was in short, usually monosyllabic grunts and yells. "Vegeta sure has changed over the last week! Roger thought. "He's even been polite!" Roger removed the pitcher of lemon Crystal Light from the refrigerator, poured Vegeta glass, and put two ice cubes in it. Well, I guess I will treat what I have heard the same way I always have as a personal valet. If he wants me to know, he will tell me. Otherwise it's none of my business, no matter how much my curiosity is piqued. As Roger headed back towards the pilothouse, he pondered on just how strange life can get sometimes.
Somewhere, in another dimension, on another planet, a short, round, blue man who resembles a catfish smiles and says, "Roger, you ain't seen nothing yet!"