Chapter Two: The Bet
Vegeta came out of a training room, shirtless, with his spandex pants clinging tightly to his muscles; what clothing he had on accentuated his body perfectly. He was wiping his brow with his shirt when suddenly a bunch of excited, screaming women accosted him.
"There he is!"
"Ah, somebody stop him!"
"We've got to catch him!"
"We need him! We want him!"
Vegeta wasn't sure at this point whether to be flattered that a bunch of beautiful young femmes from within Frieza's army were targeting him, or whether to fear for his life. Before he could decide what to do, the crowd of a dozen or more lovelies surrounded him and pressed closer to him.
"Hey, Vegeta!"
"Vegeta, we wanted to see you!"
"Vegeta, talk to me!"
Vegeta smirked then, deciding to enjoy the attention. He casually strutted around in a circle, allowing the excited females to watch the muscles of his well-developed body move. The girls squealed with delight, as Vegeta did a bit of macho posing for them.
The Saiyan prince chuckled. "What can I do for you ladies today?" he asked casually.
One attractive humanoid female piped up, "Well, actually, Vegeta, there is something that you can do for us!"
Vegeta grinned wickedly. "And just what would that be?"
Another attractive female that was shaped like a curvy bear squeaked, "Well, we really need you to…"
"Yes?" Vegeta asked patiently.
"Well, would you…"
"Go on," Vegeta told her coolly. "Spit it out."
"Okay!" the second girl said cheerily. "We need you to tell us where Nappa and Raditz are!"
Vegeta's jaw dropped; he was completely nonplussed. "Na-Nappa and Raditz?" he asked, stunned.
"Why yes!" the first female said brightly.
"What do you want with those two?" the Saiyan prince demanded to know. He was astonished that the ladies around him preferred those two to him, who just happened to be royalty!
"We're entering the beauty contest, all of us," the first female, a short, curvy blonde with gray eyes stated bluntly. "And I myself need to give them my measurements. Or can you do it for me?" She handed Vegeta a small envelope, and with his above-average eyesight, Vegeta could see a picture of the girl and a scrap of paper with writing on it through the thin envelope.
"And my bra size is only a B cup, but tell Nappa and Raditz that I'm having my breasts enlarged next week," a third female, who was also humanoid added.
"And will you tell them that if they need me to do anything, and I do mean anything, extra to win, tell them I will be available all this week, and here's my room number. I'm an Upper Low-Level on the seventh floor, and my door will have a cute, pink bow on the doorknob," a fourth lady who resembled an orange salamander stated, handing Vegeta a slip of paper and her picture.
"And here are my measurements and my picture," a fifth girl added, handing her information to Vegeta.
Soon, all the girls and women were passing various pictures of themselves and measurements info to the Saiyan prince, who was getting increasingly annoyed with them.
"And tell Nappa that I've always liked him. I've always wanted to sleep with him just once, and if he wants me to do so to win, let him no that I have no objections," the bear-like beauty blurted out.
"And Raditz is so dreamy!" the second female gushed. "I just love all that wild hair of his! Tell him I'm available anytime, any place!"
"I can provide nude shots of myself if Raditz and Nappa prefer!" the third female insisted.
"And I can get my breasts enlarged to a D cup. I was going for a C cup, but whatever it takes!"
"My measurements are…" another lady began, but Vegeta interrupted all of them.
"What do I look like-a messenger boy?" he growled. "If you ladies want to get to know those fools, take your info to them-in fact, they are coming this way now!"
"THANK YOU!" all the ladies squealed, and after taking their info back, they all shoved past Vegeta to pursue Nappa and Raditz. Actually, the two Saiyans were nowhere close, but Vegeta felt as if he were going to vomit if he had to hear one more proposition for those two. He snuck away before the crazed females had a chance to figure out his lie.
Unfortunately, as soon as he neared the end of the corridor, he ran into another person that he would have preferred to avoid-Zarbon, the "pretty boy" Head Commander of Frieza's army and Frieza's right-hand man. Zarbon, who was handsomely dressed as always, smiled when he saw the Saiyan prince.
"Well, Vegeta, are you looking forward to the beauty contest coming up?"
Vegeta huffed, crossing his arms and glaring at Zarbon. "Not really. No, Zarbon, I don't look forward to seeing a bunch of foolish girls and women parade around on stage in swimsuits and gowns, flashing fake smiles for judges and overly sexed men. It actually isn't that hard to win a beauty contest, you know. I could take any one on this ship who ever even dreamed of entering and make that person into the perfect beauty pageant winner. Why, if I wanted to, I could take the ugliest thing on this ship and turn that creature into the next Miss Frieza easily!"
Zarbon chuckled. "Do you really think it's that simple, princeling?"
Vegeta cut his eyes at Zarbon. He hated it when Zarbon referred to him, as "princeling", and Zarbon and most of the Top Elite males knew it. Zarbon often called Vegeta that whenever he thought that Vegeta was getting too arrogant for his own good, which usually happened several times a day.
"Listen here, pretty boy," Vegeta hissed, showing no respect for Zarbon's authority over him. "I could even make Jaden a beauty pageant winner, if I wanted to." Jaden was Vegeta's former trainer, and although she was hailed to be the strongest woman in Frieza's army, she was also considered to be one of the ugliest as well.
Zarbon chuckled. "Jaden is a fine warrior, but a beauty contest winner…ah, that would be pushing your luck. Besides, I'm afraid Jaden feels the same way that you do about beauty contests, so you would have to literally threaten her life to get her to enter, and even then she might consider suicide to be the happier option."
"Hmmph," Vegeta huffed.
Zarbon grinned. "However, prince, would you be up to making a friendly gentleman's wager concerning this theory of yours?"
"Yes, I would," Vegeta said, smirking. "But you see, Zarbon, I only make gentleman's wagers with gentlemen, not effeminate dandies with girlish braids."
Whirling onto the Saiyan prince, Zarbon snarled, "You're really pushing it, Vegeta!"
Vegeta chuckled, happy to finally get a rise out of Zarbon. "I'm just being honest, Zarbon. However, I will take you up on your little wager."
"Good," Zarbon told him. "Loser has to be the winner's personal slave for a month, and since the wager was my idea, I get to pick the contestant that you get to try to makeover into a beauty contest winner. Oh, and the loser also has to dress in a woman's nightgown every time his services are required."
"Fine with me," Vegeta said. "Have anyone in mind already?"
"We'll find someone in the Elite Lounge And Bar," Zarbon told Vegeta happily. "And there I will pick the clay for you to sculpt." Both Elite men immediately left for the restaurant and bar reserved exclusively for Elite soldiers.
At the Elite Lounge And Bar…
"Hmmm…no, too bosomy," Zarbon commented as a lovely humanoid soldier with a double D cup strolled past him and Vegeta, who kept his eyes on the girl for several more seconds before she went to sit down at a table.
A tall mammalian cat-like girl strolled by, and Zarbon sighed, "Nope, too tall and shapely."
A female mushroom-shaped alien hobbled along on four feet. She had six eyestalks, and her white body had a rash on it that resembled green mold. Vegeta visibly retched and Zarbon's eyes widened. "No, definitely not that one. Not even you, prince, deserve to have that thing on your hands."
"That girl looks like a potential," Vegeta commented, pointing with his tail to a chubby humanoid/mammalian girl with two long, cherry red braids hanging from a horse-like head. Zarbon shook his head.
"Good one, Vegeta, but no. I know that Nappa and Raditz are the judges this year, and Nappa's been with a few chunky girls in the past. He might find that chest and rear of hers attractive, and we know that Nappa is a boobs-and-butt-man. She'd be too easy."
At that moment, the Ginyu Force came strutting into the Elite Lounge And Bar, with Captain Ginyu twirling around on his toes as usual. Jeice fell into a figure Y pose, and Baata and Guido posed into arabesque positions. Reccoom twirled around on one toe in an arabesque position, and he twirled about and danced on his toes like a cross between a ballerina and a sumo wrestler. Zarbon frowned heavily and Vegeta shook his head in contempt.
"Strongest among the Elite perhaps, but they all have the combined IQ of your braid, Zarbon," Vegeta sneered. "Why Reccoom alone has the IQ level of that ruffly pretty thing holding your braid together. What is that thing called again-a smoochie?"
Zarbon was embarrassed at this point, for the rubber band he normally used to bind his braid had broken, and his mate, Chestra, had lent him her scrunchie, which just happened to be a frothy, lacy, white one trimmed with pearls. Frieza and the Elite males had been ribbing Zarbon about it all morning, and even Jaden, one of his closest cohorts, had made a crack about Zarbon starting a new line of hair accessories for men.
"A scrunchie, alright!" Zarbon snapped. "It happens to be the latest style back home on my planet among the men."
Vegeta smirked. "Interesting! Chestra must have copied that style from your people, for I saw her wear that exact same thing two weeks ago."
Zarbon decided to get back at Vegeta for that one, and he found the perfect solution, as Reccoom continued to pose along with the rest of the Ginyu Force. He said, smiling wickedly, "Oh, Vegeta, I found your contestant…you will love this one."
Vegeta said confidently, "Go ahead, Zarbon, tell me."
Zarbon laughed and said happily, "Reccoom will be your contestant to enter."
Vegeta paled, trying to see if Zarbon was joking, and then he threw his head back wildly and laughed. "Hahahaha, Zarbon! You actually made me laugh! Reccoom as my contestant? Haha! Last time I checked, Reccoom was a man, a poorer excuse for one than you, but nevertheless a man! And the beauty contest is for women, you know that right?"
Zarbon said, grinning as he crossed his arms, "Actually, prince, there is nothing in the contest rules pertaining to gender, which means that technically a contestant can either be male or female. And we agreed that I got to pick, and I picked Reccoom. So good luck, Vegeta, because you're going to need it. You know, if Reccoom loses, then you're my personal slave for a month. You'll also have to wear one of Journa's nightgowns while you're waiting on me."
Vegeta looked at Zarbon slowly, realizing that he was serious. A scowl formed on the Saiyan prince's handsome face, and his black eyes narrowed. He was debating whether to try to decimate Zarbon on the spot or pull out of the bet altogether. He took a few moments, however to think. After those moments had passed, Vegeta's scowl curved into an evil grin.
"Very well then, Zarbon, I accept your challenge. I will see personally that Reccoom wins this beauty contest."
Zarbon's eyes bulged. "What? Vegeta, I thought that-"
"You thought that I would drop out of the bet, didn't you? You thought that I would just retreat and give up, knowing that I would have to enter a man instead of a woman, right? WRONG! I will see that Reccoom enters the beauty contest, and he will win! And since Nappa and Raditz are my men, this contest will be easy for Reccoom to win. Zarbon, I know that you're awfully fond of yourself, but did you have to start screwing yourself? Really, Zarbon! Well, I have to go talk to a certain Ginyu Force member, so see you, Zarbon! And oh, Zarbon, by the way, after Reccoom wins the contest, you will be serving me personally, dressed in one of Chestra's sexiest nightgowns. Make sure you find one to go with that scrunchie she lent you!" And Vegeta, laughing, marched proudly away.
Zarbon clenched his fists, but then he relaxed. There was no way that Nappa and Raditz would even dream of voting for Reccoom to win, no matter how much Vegeta would demand on it. He laughed wildly himself, and he stumbled to the bar to demand his favorite drink-Crystal Blue Persuasion.
Reccoom was strutting in front of adoring young girls (the Ginyu Girls were not the only ones who found the Ginyu Force members attractive and manly). They were cooing and squealing and encouraging Reccoom on. Reccoom was now flexing his muscles and parading about the room for all the girls to see. Vegeta pushed through the throng of females to get to the huge Ginyu Force member.
"Oh, Reccoom!" Vegeta sang merrily, strolling up to him. "I need a word with you!"
Reccoom snorted contemptuously, wondering what a "monkey" would have to say that would take up his valuable posing and preening time. He stood still and crossed his beefy arms.
"Yeah, sure, what is it, Vegeta?"
Vegeta said serenely, "How would you like to enter a contest worthy of your abilities?"
Reccoom laughed. "Are you challenging me, Vegeta? If so, you've lost before you've even begun! I could pound you with one blow!"
Vegeta just barely managed to keep his temper in check. He would have loved to challenge that buffoon, but he needed the moron alive to win his bet with Zarbon. Otherwise, he'd have to be Zarbon's flunky for a whole month. He wasn't about to admit right now that he couldn't defeat Reccoom anyway. He said edgily, "No, not a fight, Reccoom. This one actually will let you put your posing and dancing abilities to good use. I am entering you in that beauty contest."
Reccoom's eyes bulged, and he threw his head back and laughed. "You have to be kidding, Vegeta, right? Last time I checked, I was still a man! The Miss Frieza Beauty Contest is for women!"
Vegeta smirked, managing to keep calm. "Not according to the rules. There is nothing in the contest rules saying that men cannot enter. Think about it, Reccoom; you'd be the first Ginyu Force member ever to win a beauty contest. Besides, how much do you like Zarbon?"
Reccoom snorted. "He's okay. He's a bit too prissy for my taste though sometimes."
Vegeta chuckled. "Well, how would you like to see him dressed in drag every day for an entire month, if you win? I have a friendly bet with him, and if he loses, he would have to wear Chestra's nightgowns almost every day."
Reccoom slowly smiled. Seeing Zarbon humbled didn't bother him a bit. "Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt for me to enter, that is, if Frieza and the Cap'n allow it."
"Allow what?" Captain Ginyu asked, strolling over to Reccoom and Vegeta. "What's going on here?" Baata, Guido, and Jeice followed behind him, curious as to why Reccoom would be talking to a "monkey".
"Somethin' great, Cap'n!" Reccoom said brightly. "Vegeta's entering me in the Miss Frieza Beauty Contest!"
All of the other Ginyu Force members fell over backwards and hit the floor.
Vegeta came out of a training room, shirtless, with his spandex pants clinging tightly to his muscles; what clothing he had on accentuated his body perfectly. He was wiping his brow with his shirt when suddenly a bunch of excited, screaming women accosted him.
"There he is!"
"Ah, somebody stop him!"
"We've got to catch him!"
"We need him! We want him!"
Vegeta wasn't sure at this point whether to be flattered that a bunch of beautiful young femmes from within Frieza's army were targeting him, or whether to fear for his life. Before he could decide what to do, the crowd of a dozen or more lovelies surrounded him and pressed closer to him.
"Hey, Vegeta!"
"Vegeta, we wanted to see you!"
"Vegeta, talk to me!"
Vegeta smirked then, deciding to enjoy the attention. He casually strutted around in a circle, allowing the excited females to watch the muscles of his well-developed body move. The girls squealed with delight, as Vegeta did a bit of macho posing for them.
The Saiyan prince chuckled. "What can I do for you ladies today?" he asked casually.
One attractive humanoid female piped up, "Well, actually, Vegeta, there is something that you can do for us!"
Vegeta grinned wickedly. "And just what would that be?"
Another attractive female that was shaped like a curvy bear squeaked, "Well, we really need you to…"
"Yes?" Vegeta asked patiently.
"Well, would you…"
"Go on," Vegeta told her coolly. "Spit it out."
"Okay!" the second girl said cheerily. "We need you to tell us where Nappa and Raditz are!"
Vegeta's jaw dropped; he was completely nonplussed. "Na-Nappa and Raditz?" he asked, stunned.
"Why yes!" the first female said brightly.
"What do you want with those two?" the Saiyan prince demanded to know. He was astonished that the ladies around him preferred those two to him, who just happened to be royalty!
"We're entering the beauty contest, all of us," the first female, a short, curvy blonde with gray eyes stated bluntly. "And I myself need to give them my measurements. Or can you do it for me?" She handed Vegeta a small envelope, and with his above-average eyesight, Vegeta could see a picture of the girl and a scrap of paper with writing on it through the thin envelope.
"And my bra size is only a B cup, but tell Nappa and Raditz that I'm having my breasts enlarged next week," a third female, who was also humanoid added.
"And will you tell them that if they need me to do anything, and I do mean anything, extra to win, tell them I will be available all this week, and here's my room number. I'm an Upper Low-Level on the seventh floor, and my door will have a cute, pink bow on the doorknob," a fourth lady who resembled an orange salamander stated, handing Vegeta a slip of paper and her picture.
"And here are my measurements and my picture," a fifth girl added, handing her information to Vegeta.
Soon, all the girls and women were passing various pictures of themselves and measurements info to the Saiyan prince, who was getting increasingly annoyed with them.
"And tell Nappa that I've always liked him. I've always wanted to sleep with him just once, and if he wants me to do so to win, let him no that I have no objections," the bear-like beauty blurted out.
"And Raditz is so dreamy!" the second female gushed. "I just love all that wild hair of his! Tell him I'm available anytime, any place!"
"I can provide nude shots of myself if Raditz and Nappa prefer!" the third female insisted.
"And I can get my breasts enlarged to a D cup. I was going for a C cup, but whatever it takes!"
"My measurements are…" another lady began, but Vegeta interrupted all of them.
"What do I look like-a messenger boy?" he growled. "If you ladies want to get to know those fools, take your info to them-in fact, they are coming this way now!"
"THANK YOU!" all the ladies squealed, and after taking their info back, they all shoved past Vegeta to pursue Nappa and Raditz. Actually, the two Saiyans were nowhere close, but Vegeta felt as if he were going to vomit if he had to hear one more proposition for those two. He snuck away before the crazed females had a chance to figure out his lie.
Unfortunately, as soon as he neared the end of the corridor, he ran into another person that he would have preferred to avoid-Zarbon, the "pretty boy" Head Commander of Frieza's army and Frieza's right-hand man. Zarbon, who was handsomely dressed as always, smiled when he saw the Saiyan prince.
"Well, Vegeta, are you looking forward to the beauty contest coming up?"
Vegeta huffed, crossing his arms and glaring at Zarbon. "Not really. No, Zarbon, I don't look forward to seeing a bunch of foolish girls and women parade around on stage in swimsuits and gowns, flashing fake smiles for judges and overly sexed men. It actually isn't that hard to win a beauty contest, you know. I could take any one on this ship who ever even dreamed of entering and make that person into the perfect beauty pageant winner. Why, if I wanted to, I could take the ugliest thing on this ship and turn that creature into the next Miss Frieza easily!"
Zarbon chuckled. "Do you really think it's that simple, princeling?"
Vegeta cut his eyes at Zarbon. He hated it when Zarbon referred to him, as "princeling", and Zarbon and most of the Top Elite males knew it. Zarbon often called Vegeta that whenever he thought that Vegeta was getting too arrogant for his own good, which usually happened several times a day.
"Listen here, pretty boy," Vegeta hissed, showing no respect for Zarbon's authority over him. "I could even make Jaden a beauty pageant winner, if I wanted to." Jaden was Vegeta's former trainer, and although she was hailed to be the strongest woman in Frieza's army, she was also considered to be one of the ugliest as well.
Zarbon chuckled. "Jaden is a fine warrior, but a beauty contest winner…ah, that would be pushing your luck. Besides, I'm afraid Jaden feels the same way that you do about beauty contests, so you would have to literally threaten her life to get her to enter, and even then she might consider suicide to be the happier option."
"Hmmph," Vegeta huffed.
Zarbon grinned. "However, prince, would you be up to making a friendly gentleman's wager concerning this theory of yours?"
"Yes, I would," Vegeta said, smirking. "But you see, Zarbon, I only make gentleman's wagers with gentlemen, not effeminate dandies with girlish braids."
Whirling onto the Saiyan prince, Zarbon snarled, "You're really pushing it, Vegeta!"
Vegeta chuckled, happy to finally get a rise out of Zarbon. "I'm just being honest, Zarbon. However, I will take you up on your little wager."
"Good," Zarbon told him. "Loser has to be the winner's personal slave for a month, and since the wager was my idea, I get to pick the contestant that you get to try to makeover into a beauty contest winner. Oh, and the loser also has to dress in a woman's nightgown every time his services are required."
"Fine with me," Vegeta said. "Have anyone in mind already?"
"We'll find someone in the Elite Lounge And Bar," Zarbon told Vegeta happily. "And there I will pick the clay for you to sculpt." Both Elite men immediately left for the restaurant and bar reserved exclusively for Elite soldiers.
At the Elite Lounge And Bar…
"Hmmm…no, too bosomy," Zarbon commented as a lovely humanoid soldier with a double D cup strolled past him and Vegeta, who kept his eyes on the girl for several more seconds before she went to sit down at a table.
A tall mammalian cat-like girl strolled by, and Zarbon sighed, "Nope, too tall and shapely."
A female mushroom-shaped alien hobbled along on four feet. She had six eyestalks, and her white body had a rash on it that resembled green mold. Vegeta visibly retched and Zarbon's eyes widened. "No, definitely not that one. Not even you, prince, deserve to have that thing on your hands."
"That girl looks like a potential," Vegeta commented, pointing with his tail to a chubby humanoid/mammalian girl with two long, cherry red braids hanging from a horse-like head. Zarbon shook his head.
"Good one, Vegeta, but no. I know that Nappa and Raditz are the judges this year, and Nappa's been with a few chunky girls in the past. He might find that chest and rear of hers attractive, and we know that Nappa is a boobs-and-butt-man. She'd be too easy."
At that moment, the Ginyu Force came strutting into the Elite Lounge And Bar, with Captain Ginyu twirling around on his toes as usual. Jeice fell into a figure Y pose, and Baata and Guido posed into arabesque positions. Reccoom twirled around on one toe in an arabesque position, and he twirled about and danced on his toes like a cross between a ballerina and a sumo wrestler. Zarbon frowned heavily and Vegeta shook his head in contempt.
"Strongest among the Elite perhaps, but they all have the combined IQ of your braid, Zarbon," Vegeta sneered. "Why Reccoom alone has the IQ level of that ruffly pretty thing holding your braid together. What is that thing called again-a smoochie?"
Zarbon was embarrassed at this point, for the rubber band he normally used to bind his braid had broken, and his mate, Chestra, had lent him her scrunchie, which just happened to be a frothy, lacy, white one trimmed with pearls. Frieza and the Elite males had been ribbing Zarbon about it all morning, and even Jaden, one of his closest cohorts, had made a crack about Zarbon starting a new line of hair accessories for men.
"A scrunchie, alright!" Zarbon snapped. "It happens to be the latest style back home on my planet among the men."
Vegeta smirked. "Interesting! Chestra must have copied that style from your people, for I saw her wear that exact same thing two weeks ago."
Zarbon decided to get back at Vegeta for that one, and he found the perfect solution, as Reccoom continued to pose along with the rest of the Ginyu Force. He said, smiling wickedly, "Oh, Vegeta, I found your contestant…you will love this one."
Vegeta said confidently, "Go ahead, Zarbon, tell me."
Zarbon laughed and said happily, "Reccoom will be your contestant to enter."
Vegeta paled, trying to see if Zarbon was joking, and then he threw his head back wildly and laughed. "Hahahaha, Zarbon! You actually made me laugh! Reccoom as my contestant? Haha! Last time I checked, Reccoom was a man, a poorer excuse for one than you, but nevertheless a man! And the beauty contest is for women, you know that right?"
Zarbon said, grinning as he crossed his arms, "Actually, prince, there is nothing in the contest rules pertaining to gender, which means that technically a contestant can either be male or female. And we agreed that I got to pick, and I picked Reccoom. So good luck, Vegeta, because you're going to need it. You know, if Reccoom loses, then you're my personal slave for a month. You'll also have to wear one of Journa's nightgowns while you're waiting on me."
Vegeta looked at Zarbon slowly, realizing that he was serious. A scowl formed on the Saiyan prince's handsome face, and his black eyes narrowed. He was debating whether to try to decimate Zarbon on the spot or pull out of the bet altogether. He took a few moments, however to think. After those moments had passed, Vegeta's scowl curved into an evil grin.
"Very well then, Zarbon, I accept your challenge. I will see personally that Reccoom wins this beauty contest."
Zarbon's eyes bulged. "What? Vegeta, I thought that-"
"You thought that I would drop out of the bet, didn't you? You thought that I would just retreat and give up, knowing that I would have to enter a man instead of a woman, right? WRONG! I will see that Reccoom enters the beauty contest, and he will win! And since Nappa and Raditz are my men, this contest will be easy for Reccoom to win. Zarbon, I know that you're awfully fond of yourself, but did you have to start screwing yourself? Really, Zarbon! Well, I have to go talk to a certain Ginyu Force member, so see you, Zarbon! And oh, Zarbon, by the way, after Reccoom wins the contest, you will be serving me personally, dressed in one of Chestra's sexiest nightgowns. Make sure you find one to go with that scrunchie she lent you!" And Vegeta, laughing, marched proudly away.
Zarbon clenched his fists, but then he relaxed. There was no way that Nappa and Raditz would even dream of voting for Reccoom to win, no matter how much Vegeta would demand on it. He laughed wildly himself, and he stumbled to the bar to demand his favorite drink-Crystal Blue Persuasion.
Reccoom was strutting in front of adoring young girls (the Ginyu Girls were not the only ones who found the Ginyu Force members attractive and manly). They were cooing and squealing and encouraging Reccoom on. Reccoom was now flexing his muscles and parading about the room for all the girls to see. Vegeta pushed through the throng of females to get to the huge Ginyu Force member.
"Oh, Reccoom!" Vegeta sang merrily, strolling up to him. "I need a word with you!"
Reccoom snorted contemptuously, wondering what a "monkey" would have to say that would take up his valuable posing and preening time. He stood still and crossed his beefy arms.
"Yeah, sure, what is it, Vegeta?"
Vegeta said serenely, "How would you like to enter a contest worthy of your abilities?"
Reccoom laughed. "Are you challenging me, Vegeta? If so, you've lost before you've even begun! I could pound you with one blow!"
Vegeta just barely managed to keep his temper in check. He would have loved to challenge that buffoon, but he needed the moron alive to win his bet with Zarbon. Otherwise, he'd have to be Zarbon's flunky for a whole month. He wasn't about to admit right now that he couldn't defeat Reccoom anyway. He said edgily, "No, not a fight, Reccoom. This one actually will let you put your posing and dancing abilities to good use. I am entering you in that beauty contest."
Reccoom's eyes bulged, and he threw his head back and laughed. "You have to be kidding, Vegeta, right? Last time I checked, I was still a man! The Miss Frieza Beauty Contest is for women!"
Vegeta smirked, managing to keep calm. "Not according to the rules. There is nothing in the contest rules saying that men cannot enter. Think about it, Reccoom; you'd be the first Ginyu Force member ever to win a beauty contest. Besides, how much do you like Zarbon?"
Reccoom snorted. "He's okay. He's a bit too prissy for my taste though sometimes."
Vegeta chuckled. "Well, how would you like to see him dressed in drag every day for an entire month, if you win? I have a friendly bet with him, and if he loses, he would have to wear Chestra's nightgowns almost every day."
Reccoom slowly smiled. Seeing Zarbon humbled didn't bother him a bit. "Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt for me to enter, that is, if Frieza and the Cap'n allow it."
"Allow what?" Captain Ginyu asked, strolling over to Reccoom and Vegeta. "What's going on here?" Baata, Guido, and Jeice followed behind him, curious as to why Reccoom would be talking to a "monkey".
"Somethin' great, Cap'n!" Reccoom said brightly. "Vegeta's entering me in the Miss Frieza Beauty Contest!"
All of the other Ginyu Force members fell over backwards and hit the floor.