Vegeta threw seven punches and five kicks at his imaginary target, all within the span of one second.
I'm too damn sluggish today, he thought; better push this to the limit.
Walking to the controls, he pushed the gravity button and sent it from four fifty, to six hundred times gravity. I'll become a super Saiyan yet! I will not let my sworn enemy hold it over my head; I will surpass everyone and destroy the androids!
"Dammit! I will defeat you, Goku!" Vegeta stopped and slapped both hands over his mouth. What did I just say? "Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-kakagoku!" Uh oh.
"Oh shit," he said out loud, "I have a feeling this is going to be a bad day..."
He turned off the gravity and walked out of the room. Turning to shut the door he leaned against it. "My sworn enemy and idiotic subordinate is the third class clown Ka-Carrot. Yes! The third class clown Carrot!" He frowned. That wasn't going to cut it.
"KakakakakakakakakakakakakakaGoku. Aurgh!" The Saiyan stomped up to the house and slammed the door to the kitchen shut.
"What's up with you?" Bulma asked, over the lip of the coffee cup she was holding.
"Something has happened," he said carefully.
"Did you break the gravity room again? You can't keep doing this! I can't keep doing these repairs while I'm pregnant! With your son I might add!" She heaved up her form and began to walk to the gravity room to find the problem.
"No, no," Vegeta said, "It's much worse then that."
She gave him a close look. Not many things were worse then the gravity room breaking. No bones looked broken, no limbs were missing, no blood...
"I give up," She sighed, "What is it."
"I can no longer say the other Saiyans on this planets real name," he confessed.
"Who, Goku?" he nodded, "What's so bad about that? You're the only one who calls him that."
"That's not true. Broli hasn't been discovered and almost killed yet, and he calls him Kaka- That name."
"Oooo, trying to get me on a technicality. You're mature."
"Well fine! You should talk. I can still call you Bulma," His jaw dropped, and he smacked his forehead, "Sorry, slip of the tongue, Woman."
She was grinning at the mistake and his discomfort, and left the kitchen.
Vegeta sat at the table wondering what he was to do. He couldn't show his face to Goku and have to call him that name! He would never live it down! So guess who showed up in the kitchen.
"Hey Vegeta! Piccolo and Gohan are sparring today, and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind it if I just stood still and you could beat the shit out of me," Goku said.
"Get away from me, uh, moron! I don't want to be around you today!"
"Oh, okay. How about tomorrow?"
"Sure. Will that offer for you to stand still be open?"
"No, that was just for today." He held up two fingers, then looked around, "Uh, where do I place my fingers again?"
Vegeta sighed. That was the most perfect opportunity to have Goku humiliate himself, but he wasn't in the mood, "Forehead."
"Oh! Cool! Bye!" He vanished.
Vegeta resumed thinking, and didn't get anywhere.
"I guess I'll have to call the dragon," he concluded.
He picked up the phone and dialed 1333WISH4ME, "Shenron! It's me, Vegeta."
"For the last time, I don't want any magazines!" The dragon yelled.
"No, no. That was only a part time gig. I just want to make a wish."
"Oh, okay, let me transfer you to wish services." With a slight beep, Vegeta was put on hold. Rocking his head side to side slightly, Vegeta tapped his foot with the beat of the hold music.
The music stopped and a mechanical female voice came over the line. "We're sorry, you're call has been disconnected. Have a nice day!"
Vegeta stared at the phone in shock as a buzzing signal emitted from the earpiece. He dialed again, but this time got a prerecorded message.
"Thank you for calling Dragon Wish. If you would like to sell magazines, please press the little button that hangs up your phone. If you would like to ask Shenron on a date, please press one. If you would like to shower Shenron with riches and praise, dial two. If you would like to be Shenrons dinner, press three. If you would like to make a wish, press 54512187612118846234434787974892431041480016184214787651423."
What the hell ever happened to five? Vegeta asked as he attempted to dial the number again.
"We're sorry, that is not a valid option. Please try again." Vegeta punched each number with menace into the phone.
"Uh, wow. Shit, you actually got it right. Ummmm. Hang on." Five minutes later "What!" Shenrons voice came back.
"I would like to make a wish," Vegeta stated.
"So would I. Are you going to give me one??"
"Uh, no."
"Then why should I give you one??"
"It's your job," Vegeta reminded the temperamental dragon.
"Oh yea. What do you want? Immortality?"
"Oooo. But no. I have more pressing matters. I wish to be able to say Goku's Saiyan name."
"That's it? What a stupid wish," Vegeta felt a tingle all over his body, and then Shenron spoke again, "Is that all?"
"Yes, no! Wait. This new phone thing sucks. Let's just go back to collecting the dragon balls."
"Oh alright. But I still hate how everyone is searching for my balls..."
Vegeta hung up and looked himself in the mirror, "Kakarot. Kakarot! Ha! Kakarot!" Vegeta quickly moved down the hall. He needed to find that clown and see if he could still beat him.
"Kakarot, Kakarot, Kakarot, Kakarot, Kakarot, Kakarot, Kakarot..."
