Well almost a year later I decided to pick it up again…I'm just in the kinda mood to write this stuff. I don't own anything and although the characters are out of character you can still enjoy this piece of writing.

Vegeta, already pissed off, began the twenty mile flight to the orange city mall. Being as it was absolutely pouring out, he arrived rather wet. And when I say 'rather' wet…I mean that there was not a square inch of dry on his body. It was almost as if his clothes had melted together forming one big Vegeta shaped soggy mess. This of course caused him to move way pass pissed to irate. (This sounds like it will be fun right?)

Pushing open the large glass doors, Vegeta entered the multi-story mall. (Like seven stories….drool….I would love a mall like that.) Composing himself as best he could in the fit of rage he was currently stuck in, he began walking toward the only shop in the mall that he knew to sell he precious hair goop, 'Fros R Us'.

"Excuse me miss, may I be of some assistance?" One of the sales clerk asked politely as Vegeta entered the store.

"You can assist me by one, getting my gender right and two, pointing me in the direction of 'Fancy Fros Hair Gel Goop'" Vegeta responded glaring daggers at the soon to be dead man.

"Please excuse my mistake sir, and I'm afraid that the particular brand of hair gel you are looking for has been discontinued." The sales clerk responded severely afraid of the growing look of blood lust in this particular customers eyes.

"WHAT! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN 'DISCONTINUED'? I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL THAT WOMAN!" Vegeta bellowed his aura beginning to flow dangerously around him.

"Sir you need to calm down. Hair gel is nothing to go and kill anyone over. I mean, after all, there are many different varieties of hair gel." The sales clerk said trying to calm this man down before the store was leveled.

"NO! THERE CAN BE NO OTHER GEL! I WANT MY FRIGGIN HAIR GEL! I mean is that so hard. All I want is my hair to look beautiful. I mean sure, I am a big muscular man who has saved the earth on many occasions but what do I get? Nothing, not so much as a thank you card. And now here I am and all I want is some hair gel. FINE DON'T GIVE IT TO ME! I'll just have to make my own." With those last words, Vegeta flew off through the sky light sending glass everywhere.

Vegeta, in more of a rage then when he left C.C began the trek back to the place where the woman who he knew took his hair gel resided. He would somehow make her pay. He didn't know how, he didn't know when, but he knew that somehow he would make her pay. And he knew that the payment would be painful and costly. Well maybe not really painful cuz after all she did still have to make him food and fix the G.R machine….but still he was going to do something really awful.

Vegeta landed moments later on the front lawn of C.C with the rain still cascading over his body, fists clenched at his sides with an evil smirk upon his lips. 'Yes, this will be quite fun'. He thought evilly to himself placing his hand on the door knob.

So there you have it. And you won't have the next one till I have reviews…yes that's right, I am officially one of those authors that is demanding reviews. And think about it. It takes a few minutes if not seconds to write a review…and it takes me less then half an hour to write these chapters. So please, review. THANK YOU!