King Vegeta is very ooc!
Chapter 2: Vegeta, the Saiyan Prince
Vegeta had woken up from the hard night he had experienced the night before, Gorha the leader of the honor Saiyan fighters has having an all out beer fest with his squadron and King Vegeta had sent Vegeta down there to make sure the party didn't get to wild, but as usual at Gorha's fests, everything got wild including the number of women that were there. Almost all of them were trying to become the next Saiyan Queen, but Vegeta had no need of a Queen and ignored them all.
Shaking his head he looked at the clock on the wall, realizing that it was passed ten and he was late for two of his training sessions. Rubbing his face he looked up and noticed the red blinking light on his intercom, the one only he and his father use. Pressing the button he hears his father's screaming message for him to report up in his office immanently. Vegeta sighed and walked over to the bathroom and began to get ready.
Placing back and forth was King Vegeta, he had expected Vegeta run up to his office immanently when he heard his booming call from the intercom, "maybe he has figured out my plan..." the Saiyan King said aloud, "I guess that's why he has been more later than he used to from when he was a child." as King Vegeta was finishing up his thoughts his son walked in the door fresh and ready for his father's council.
He looked over at his son who looked as if he had been ready since three O'clock that morning. Vegeta looked up at his father as he stared into his son's eye's, "ooooww Vegeta your no fun!" his father says in a pouty voice, Vegeta rolls his eye's and turns his face toured the giant window in his father's office. "Father do you actually have a real reason for calling me here or is this just some stupid joke your trying to get me to laugh at so you can make me lighten up?" Vegeta asks as a large sweat drop falls from his father's face. Correcting himself he makes a straight face at his son, "yes Vegeta, I believe that he are going to start a war with Corolugua but I don't have a straight answer from my intelligence office as of yet. Vegeta turned his face in attention, "What shall be my position father?" he asked. His father turned to a board on an computer induced screen, "Vegeta, most of are saiyan fighter's are more than willing to be on the front lines but we also need men working as intelligent officers and spies." Vegeta smiled, though he himself loved the battle ground he wouldn't mind also being an intelligent officer as well, working on the side and making sure that it was a Saiyan victory. Vegeta turned to his father " Of course father I will make sure we are the vic..." but before he finished his father turned to him. "Vegeta I want you to find all capable Saiyan warriors who can be working as the spies or intelligent's."
Vegeta cried "Father are you mad? I'm not some slave who does your bidding for you! How dare you insult my hard work by having me be some soap box preacher!" King Vegeta looked down at his son who (as he always did) was getting angry. He could see the angry building in his son's eye's. "Vegeta I think you spend way too much time sparing and being in the front lines for your own good. You need to loosen up son!" Vegeta turned up his dark black eye's over his father. "WHAT SO I CAN BE LIKE YOU!" Vegeta screamed. King Vegeta knew his son's intensity was going to kill him some day, so the only way he could get his son to be less tense was to degrade him. Vegeta who was about to kill his father turned and headed for the door that he wanted to blow to pieces. "Wait Vegeta before you go I want to tell you something!" turning back Vegeta asked "and what would that be father?" King Vegeta cleared his throat. "Vegeta if you can lighten up and not be so tense all of the time I will give you your spot on the intelligence force, and still be on the front lines. But I'll give you a month to loosen up or your pullin' slave duties, and don't think the guards will be imitated by you, I will find out and then you'll see mean!"
As Vegeta exited his fathers office he cursed his father for being so weak, how could he King of all Saiyans be so weak he thought. Vegeta lifted his head up smiling, "Well that's something I'll never have to bother with, since I'd rather die than be weak." Vegeta made his way to the sparring grounds and was raring for a fight, he needed it to get his mind off what his father had told him. "Hey you, get me a sparring partner at once!" said Vegeta. The Saiyan jumped to his feet and ran out to get the Prince his sparring partner. Vegeta stood there waiting for what seemed like forever for him, he looked up at the giant clock and it had been three minutes already for the time he sent that guy to get his partner, "Well, I guess I will have to get one myself than!" he said with a grin. But as he was about to leave a giant man came out of the shadows, "fight me your highness" Vegeta grinned, "finally!"
The man stepped forth and grinned, he was about ten times Vegeta's size and his muscle's bulged to about the size of his head. But the Prince wasn't worried, this wasn't the first time Vegeta had been in a fight with larger men than he. The man stepped up and grasped Vegeta's waist, Vegeta smiled and blew off the man's hand. "That was for touching my butt"said Vegeta. The man stepped away and started gathering energy, "well my Prince this is for blowing off my hand!" with all his must he hurled the blob of energy at Vegeta he simple moved out of the way. When the energy bounced off the side of the walls and headed back to him he grinned, pulling up a white shield it bounced off it and headed back for Vegeta, this time Vegeta shot a Galickk gun the blow up the ball of energy along with the man, Vegeta shielded himself as the blast dissipated. Even Vegeta was a little shocked at his man who had aloud such a easy move kill him. "Well I guess that'll teach you, or in your case not." he said with a laugh. And made his way to the exit, for he had gotten hungry.