Oh every time I see you
When I see your eyes
My heart keeps fluttering
You're my destiny
The only person I want to protect until the end of the world

~"Everytime" by Chen and Punch

(Descendants of the Sun OST)


Episode 3

A Smile that Shines like Stars


Two Saiyans strolled around the maze like forest towards a small, bamboo house that stood at the end of the forest-like backyard garden within the royal palace grounds one late night. The tall and burly one with the long, black spiky hair named Raditz carrying an unconscious blue haired slave girl behind his back, complained to his shorter companion, "Why do we have to bring her with us?"

The smaller Saiyan who had a height of a twelve year old boy, with a flaming array of black hair looked up to him, glowering at his whiny subject with an intimidating stare, "Why not? I want to bring my pet with me because nobody will be good enough to take good care of her. I especially don't want my puppy to be lost in the garden."

Raditz turned his confused gaze at his crown prince, unable to fully comprehend the meaning behind his Crown Prince's words, "Pet? Puppy?" he asked.

Vegeta gave him a wide, impish smirk, a look that told Raditz of his mischievous mind, "Long story, but to summarize it, that's her punishment for stepping in my territory."

Raditz knew how much the prince hated being questioned about his actions and having him tell a story he didn't want to say felt like talking to a brick wall. So he just decided to forget it and simply shrug it off.

"Alright," he sighed as they finally reached their destination. They went up a flight of concrete stairs and until they found a house.

The bamboo house was fine, quite enough for seven people to fit in. The house was entirely made of wood, supported by bamboo columns, horizontal beams and braces. There was a large roof and long, deep eaves. The bottom was slightly elevated from the ground by around a foot or two. The house was built above the staircase that came from the dark and difficult maze of trees surrounding it. Its simplicity is breathtaking.

Raditz opened the sliding door for the Royal Crown Prince to enter and Vegeta sauntered regally inside to find Kakarot waiting for them in the kitchen. He was busy devouring a plateful of muffins at the table filled with food.

"Oshu!" Kakarot greeted with a mouthful of the muffins and waved his hand to greet Vegeta and Raditz before he started choking and coughing out the contains of his mouth, spewing bits of food everywhere.

Vegeta made a disgusted look at him while Raditz gaped at his idiotic brother, his mouth hang open.

"Kakarot, what did I tell you about your table manners, huh?" scolded a woman with wild, dark shoulder length hair wearing a pink armor complete with a skirt. Her sharp, narrowed dark eyes glinted angrily towards the eating Saiyan before her as she showed him a long knife in her hand, which she used to cut the meat she was preparing to cook.

Kakarot raised his hand as if he was being arrested by an intimidating policewoman and forcefully swallowed the remaining food in his mouth, "I'm sorry, Mom! P-Please put that down."

As his livid mother walked towards him with a threatening poise, Kakarot made a fearful step back behind his chair, "Mom, please. Vegeta is here now. For sure you don't want him to see you becoming a Gushopeya."

A Gushopeya is a fictional half humanoid half bat monster with huge wings who eats the flesh and blood of mortals.

"Who the fuck are you calling a Gushopeya?!" Somebody who looked like Kakarot but with an X-scar on his face smacked Kakarot's head from behind.

Vegeta broke into a boisterous laughter at the interesting scene playing out before him. The sound immediately caught the attention of everyone.

"Ooh! You're finally here, your highness! It has been a long time," The woman quickly smiled warmingly, skipping towards Vegeta like a mother who has never seen her son for a long time. Her earlier scary look vanishing into a sweet and inviting one.

"I've been quite busy in the palace, auntie Gine." Vegeta explained to her.

"Hey, brat. Who's the girl?" the Kakarot with an X-scar on his face named Bardock flickered his uninterested gaze at the girl on Raditz's shoulder. Either he pertained to Raditz or Vegeta as the brat.

Raditz shrugged at his father's question and he averted his eyes towards the crown prince. Kakarot turned his head to see and found the girl looking quite familiar.

"Hey! That's Bulma, isn't she?" Kakarot recognized cheerfully, pointing at the unconscious girl.

"Oh my! What happened to her?" Gine asked anxiously as she approached Raditz and ordered her first born son to gently lay Bulma on the sofa.

"She probably lost consciousness in the forest after panicking when she was caught by the net trap Raditz set among the tree." Vegeta responded, mumbling. "Let her be, she will awaken later."

"It's good that she didn't hit her head," Gine said after observing the girl for quite a while. She disappeared to the kitchen to get a wet towel to put it over Bulma's forehead.

"So, who is this woman? I never saw her in the palace before." asked Bardock, gazing at the crown prince with suspicious intent.

Vegeta found the low class soldier gazing at him with an odd stare and he cleared his throat, feeling comfortable at the look the man he considered to be his uncle was giving him. Kakarot answered for him, "Bulma is the new royal cook on the crown prince's palace, Dad."

"Oh," Bardock muttered before he returned his gaze towards the blue haired girl. His brows furrowed with a puzzled look, the girl looked quite familiar but he knows he had never met her before. Did she once appear in one of his visions?

Just as he thought of that, a scene abruptly flashed before his eyes as if someone had taken a picture and then he was looking at a completely different scenario in front of him.

It was noisy. There was a disorder around him as if a heated, violent battle was going on. He could hear screams of panic and terror as he looked around. The entire planet was engulfed in darkness, shaking with an intense earthquake. He could hear his first born son's name ringing in his ear.

"Raditz, take her away from here, now!"

He realized he must be seeing things from Raditz's perspective. He looked down to his arms to see the same blue haired girl. He didn't know why but he was sobbing.

"Vegeta! What's happening to Vegeta?!" It was Kakarot's voice and he sounded really anxious.

"He's lost it - he'll kill us all! We're all going to be destroyed!" Was that Nappa whining in terror just now?

There was a burst of bright light above him, he saw the dazzling rays of a golden light emanating from a glowing figure floating like an angel of destruction in the dark sky. Flashes of devastating lightning danced around him. He could feel as if he was being blown away by the powerful force of shockwaves being lashed out by the glowing figure. Is that Prince Vegeta?

Another flash and the vision changed. He found Vegeta staring blankly back at him with his eyes glazed over, as if he was wearing a pair of pale gray contact lenses over his eyes. Then he saw two more Saiyans who looked exactly like Vegeta, standing behind the first, and then they multiplied to tens, hundreds, thousands. Every single one of them staring back at him with dead, blank eyes.

The golden light dimmed, and it changed color to orange, to red, to purple and into blue - sky blue and it burst, like a bubble popping.

An image of a medical tank appeared before him, filled with some sort of liquid. Inside of it was Vegeta, floating within the orange liquid and completely naked. There were several medical tanks and Vegeta was inside each of it.

Another flash and Vegeta stood before everyone else, engulfed by a strange bluish white aura. His hair was a brilliant blue and his eyes were a beautiful baby blue, as blue as an ocean. Tears flowing from his blue but rage-filled eyes.

"Dad? Dad!" Bardock heard a distant call far, far away, echoing in his ears, and then his vision ended.

~=-o-O-o-=~

Vegeta stared at Bardock with a look of awe, as the elder Saiyan was finally brought back to reality. This was the first time in his life he ever witnessed Bardock had visions. The man was one of the popular seers on Planet Vegeta and was the one responsible for saving Planet Vegeta from danger once when the prince was still a little child. Bardock abruptly collapsed on the floor like some puppet whose strings had been cut and he just stared blankly at the ceiling as if he had the eyes of a doll. Now, his eyes finally sparked with life as he returned to reality.

Bardock carefully sat up, looking like he had a terrible headache. Kakarot quickly handed him a glass of water and his father willingly took it and consumed the contents in one gulp.

"So dad, what did you see?" Kakarot asked curiously.

Bardock turned his gaze towards Vegeta's direction and his eyes narrowed suspiciously, wondering why he saw not one but thousands of him in his vision. Plus, what is that blue haired form he saw? He couldn't make sense of it.

The Crown Prince blinked back in confusion, frowning and narrowing his eyes at the look Bardock was giving him. Why is he staring at him like that?

Vegeta cleared his throat and fixed his pose back to his usual, commanding self. "Tell us," he ordered.

"There was a battle. A furious battle. And then I saw tanks. It looked like medical tanks but larger," Bardock grunted. "They contain…" he hesitated at first, "…Saiyans." He couldn't say that it contained Vegeta, hundreds or thousands of him. That would be awfully strange.

Vegeta snorted. "Yeah, and?" He never believed Bardock's ability to see the future to be true at all as it could be very subjective and biased to only his family no matter how heroic his past deed was. Bardock could only see the future of those who shared his blood through the perspective of their future selves.

Bardock shook his head, averting his eyes off the prince, "I don't know, it was all too bright and it was so noisy. Kakarot was screaming at my ear and all I could see was the blinding light and…"

That blue haired form. What could it be?

"Aaaand?" As if Bardock was telling a bed time story, Vegeta, Raditz and Kakarot stared back at him expectantly like spoiled little children excited to hear the next scene on an exciting fairy tale. Vegeta quickly changing from an intimidating royal brat to a spoiled, demanding brat within nanoseconds.

Bardock stared back at the boys and grunted with an annoyed look. "Enough of this, brats. I'm having a damn migraine due to your persistence. If you three, including Paragus' runt, needed to do some nasty work, better do it soon."

"But let's eat first. I'm preparing Grez Devuor tonight, I know it's your favorite, your highness." Gine winked.

"Waaah? Really?! Thanks aunt Gine!"

Not long after that, Vegeta was having a joyous supper along Raditz's family. The door opened and came in a tall, muscular man with a wild looking jet black hair that reached the middle of his back. He was wearing a golden coronet like headband with a jade gem on its center under thick, spiky bangs. He has dark complexion and a pair of dark, narrowed, slanted eyes typical of a Saiyan, but those were glassy, almost soulless. He held a timid expression on his young, handsome face. He donned the same black and gold armored clothes as Kakarot, Raditz and Vegeta but has a green fur pelt wrapped around his waist, a pair of purple spandex pants and white boots with green toe tips.

Everyone stared at the newcomer like he has grown a second head, and the man shrugged uncomfortably when Vegeta's expression immediately melted into a cold, death glare.

"You're late, Broly," he growled. The stone cold look on his face was intidimating.

The man called Broly bowed apologetically and said in a polite and low voice, "My apologies, your highness. My father had me busy working on something."

Vegeta was reminded of Paragus, who he has threatened the other night for calling him a coward. He stared at Broly, the one who the councilmen thinks was fitted to become future king in case they become successful of dethroning him one day. He could not deny that Broly was strong. In fact, he was his strongest General, his most powerful protector. And he's also intelligent and hard-working. He is also obedient to orders and rules. Yes, Broly could be the perfect ruler. He was that way because Paragus made sure that his son will become ruler of the Saiyans. Vegeta remembered how his father had once warned him to be wary of Broly if he didn't want the crown and the throne to be stolen away from him but Vegeta never listened to any of his father's nonsense. He believes it would be entirely impossible for Broly to do it to him. He was not a fool to believe that Broly will never turn his back against him. Loyalty may change, what Vegeta strongly believed was the fact that there's no way Broly would ever surpass him in power.

Vegeta looked back at his food, stabbing the half cooked peppered grilled meat with his fork, "Have you heard what happened during dinner the other night?" he asked Broly with an icy tone as he put the meat inside his mouth and started chewing it. He closed his eyes as if he was trying to taste the flavors of the spicy meat in his mouth in detail as he chewed on it.

"Yes, your highness. Father said you almost killed him," Broly replied in an emotionless tone. Everyone turned their wide eyes shocked on Vegeta's direction. He almost killed the most respected man of the royal council?

Vegeta swallowed the food on his mouth, "Yes, that's right," he replied coldly as he opened his eyes as he stared at Broly. "Do you know why?"

"He never told me. I just heard from the others that he called you a coward for trying to go against the treaty." Broly replied curtly.

"Treaty? What treaty?" Bardock asked curiously as he turned his head towards the royal successor's direction.

"They wanted to make an alliance with the Galactic Empire." Vegeta responded, not showing any concern at the matter at all.

"What?!" Bardock and Gine gasped in unison, shocked at such unbelievable news.

"The Galactic Empire? The Frieza Army? Why?" Bardock questioned.

"For technological advancement and civilization." The prince answered.

"That sounds... good, but why are you so against it, your highness?" Gine asked curiously at the crown prince. In her opinion, gaining advancement in the field of Science and Technology isn't that bad at all.

It took quite a while before the crown prince responded, "I believe…" he started and paused for a while to drink a glass of water. "That the Frieza Army would not help us out in reaching an advanced civilization without gaining a profit from us. Of course, our kingdom don't have the budget to buy all these things. We have to resort to working under the dictatorship of the Galactic Empire in exchange for their Technology. In other words, all Saiyans are to become soldiers to the Frieza Army and will be sent to purge and conquer planets under the empire's orders. I am completely against it. I will not have my people do common slave works for the Empire. However, my fool of a father and the Royal Council thinks that it would make us stronger. It would help me become strong enough to achieve the powers of the Legendary Super Saiyan so I could destroy the Galactic Empire for them and replace the Emperor to become the ruler of the entire Universe. Though the offer was quite tempting to say the least, however, I refuse to be used that way. I would rather reach the Pinnacle Power and Legendary transformation of the Saiyan race through my own hardwork rather than followng the orders of the Empire. Then Paragus dared to call me a coward. I guess he completely forgot how important Saiyan Pride is to me, to us. They're all fools blinded by their greed for power and I refuse to be like them."

Everyone inside the room had their mouths agape while he say those words before they smirked proudly at their crown prince except for Broly who remained stoic. Yes, they cannot deny that the crown prince did the right thing. They already knew Vegeta was very proud, stubborn and rebellious but Bardock realized that this was the first time he was thankful and completely amazed that the royal brat was this way after all. At least, there was one blue blood left with the true pride of the Saiyans.

"You did a pretty good job, brat. So how about a treat? Shall we have a drink?" Bardock invited.

"Yeah!" everyone agreed in unison, cheering.

~=-o-O-o-=~

As they started to have a party, they suddenly found Bulma with them. Everyone looked at the blue haired girl like she was a white lady who just appeared out of nowhere.

"Oh, you're awake, woman! Come here and join us!" Vegeta grinned at her, raising his glass of Fim wine at her.

She frowned as she sat next to Vegeta, giving him a dirty look. Bardock, Gine, Raditz, Kakarot and Broly watched at her with wide, angry eyes. How dare this woman sit next to the crown prince like that as if she was just sitting next to a close friend at the bus?

Vegeta found everyone glaring at her that way and he smiled at them, he raised his hand and pat Bulma over her head the same way a master pat his dog's head for a good job well done, "Everyone, I forgot to introduce to you. This is my puppy, Bulma. I found her at the Burokorri Bridge and I decided to adopt her to become a royal servant who would cook for the crown prince!" and it was obvious that he was already drunk.

Bulma scowled at his words, offended by him calling her names again. She smiled back at him sarcastically before she reached out to pat his hair but-

Broly's hand shot out of nowhere to grab the woman's hand while Raditz created a ki sword on his hand and drew it towards her, Gine took her knife in her hands and pointed it towards Bulma, Bardock stabbed a glowing finger at her direction while Kakarot had his body in between Bulma and Vegeta. They were all glowering at Bulma like they were going to eat her alive.

The look of absolute terror was obvious on Bulma's eyes.

"How dare you touch him?" Broly snarled dangerously towards her.

"How dare you sit next to him?" Raditz venomously growled at her.

"Bulma, that is not a very good idea," Kakarot shook his head in disappointment.

Bulma looked at the Saiyans trying to attack her in terror as if they were patients who escaped the mental institution.

"Why? Sadara-sama? What is wrong with your friends? Are they crazy?" Bulma questioned, looking at Vegeta's direction in befusement.

"Call me that once again or I will cut your head off." Broly growled intimidatingly.

Bulma was taken aback by his threat and screamed, "Sadara, you idiot! Stop them! They are all going to kill me!"

"Don't you dare speak to him like that, you bitch!" Raditz yelled.

"Do you even know who you are talking to?" Gine asked.

Bulma was confused at their words and actions, they were like overprotective parents of a spoiled rotten brat, "Why? He's Sadara, isn't he?"

Vegeta gave Bardock, Gine and his Generals an intimidating, commanding glare, "Back off. Now." he growled at them.

Everyone immediately backed off just as he ordered them, withdrawing whatever weapon they have, and they sat back to where they were before. They immediately heard Vegeta in their head, commanding them all to play nice and join the ride. Bulma let out a sigh of relief.

"What the hell is wrong with them, Sadara-sama?" Bulma asked with a naive look, completely disoriented.

"We were role playing." Vegeta answered without much explanation.

"Role playing?"

"They were showing me their awesome skills on how they would protect Prince Vegeta if an enemy dared to kidnap him. Ha! As if he would be kidnapped or something. But we were just playing a game." He took a small glass full of Fim wine to his lips and then laughed boisterously.

The Saiyans were flabbergasted when Bulma unexpectedly snatched the glass off his fingers. Vegeta, realizing his drink was stolen from him, turned his furious glare at Bulma as she gulped the contents down her throat.

"I see," Bulma found Sadara staring at her with an indignant glare and grinned back, "Why are you staring at me like that? You told me to join you, right?"

~=-o-O-o-=~

About an hour later, Bulma was cackling boisterously while the six Saiyans just stared at her like she was a crazy woman who escaped a mental institution.

As Bulma poured another glass of Fim for the ninth time since Vegeta last counted, he angrily snatched it off her fingers, "Enough of this, woman. You are to work at 4h and you will not be allowed to cook for the crown prince if you are too drunk. Remember that it will be your first day. You wouldn't want to get scolded, would you?" he growled menacingly at her ear.

Bulma glared at Vegeta indignantly and told him groggily, "Shut up, garbage bag! I couldn't care less about that pig headed jerk!" With those words, Vegeta's expression turned stone cold and he was glaring at her with a deathly look.

"What?" He muttered, frowning at her way of talking back to him. How dare she call him that?! He recalled she called him the same offending nickname yesterday.

"He's a Crown Prince, and I heard that he is the most powerful man on the planet, but so what?" Bulma scoffed. "He has no right to kick people out when they are in his way, to yell at people when he don't get whatever he wants, or to look down on anyone he thinks is lower than himself! He is a mentally retarded jerk in everyone's eyes! A total psycho! A monster with no heart! I could only imagine how burly and ugly that maniac is! Urgh!"

The Saiyan Soldiers stiffled their laughter, finding Bulma's words amusing and Vegeta glared at each of them warningly, silently telling them to 'Stop laughing or I will fucking kill you all!'. They all stopped upon seeing their prince's ominous gaze that cursed them with death and they abruptly became like cold marble statues out of terror.

Vegeta snarled venomously back at Bulma. How dare this piece of trash talk about him like that? Worse, she was saying all of those right in front of him and his men! The Saiyans found their ominous Crown Prince looking quite offended and were about to get off their seat to defend the prince's honor but a vicious gaze from Vegeta had stopped them from doing so. The Saiyans looked at each other in bafflement before they gave a death look at Bulma, hoping to kill her that way.

Bulma was completely unaware of the angry looks she was receiving from the Saiyans though. Her expression melted into a sullen mood and she started shedding tears. The Saiyans looked at each other in confusion as if it was their first time seeing a person get teary eyed.

"And definitely, he has no right to destroy my home planet, to kill my family and my race. Just because he has the power doesn't mean he could use it to wreak havoc and cause others so much pain!" she whined in dramatically. The Saiyans glanced at each other, questioning themselves what she meant by her dramatic words before they all shifted their curious eyes to their crown prince who was staring at her with his cold, icy, darkened eyes.

Then Bulma abruptly screamed like a banshee, causing everyone around her to jump back in surprise and think she has finally snapped and lost her mind. "That pig headed jerk! I swear when I meet that… that… Prince Vegeta, I am going to kill him!" she snarled dangerously like a beastly witch. For the six Saiyans, she suddenly looked like a very portentous woman.

Such absolute hatred in her voice made Vegeta feel a strange excitement creeping down in his sadistic heart. Despite the way she spat his name with such disgust and bitterness, he just laughed at her words, mocking her inability to do as she said, "Foolish woman, how the hell are you going to kill the Crown Prince? Poison him? Hah! I never thought you're a coward to attack someone from behind!" he teased.

Bulma shot him glare, fire blazing in her blue eyes as she felt terribly insulted by his unnecessary mockery. How dare this midget belittle her? She is Bulma Briefs! "Of course not! I will never do such a dirty and cowardly thing! I will face him personally!" she exclaimed.

"Where? In the battlefield?" Vegeta was amused at her backbone to declare that. Nobody dared to speak ill of him and challenge him so foolishly as this woman does.

"Of course!"

Vegeta and Raditz threw their heads back as they burst out into a loud fit of laughter at her absurd challenge as if she just told them the funniest joke they ever heard their entire life. The rest just looked on at her, quite amazed at the exchange between the two.

"How are you planning to kill him if you don't even have a slightest power level? Yell and scream at his ears until he bleeds to death? You cannot kill him no matter what you do! He is the most powerful Saiyan on the planet, he can destroy you with just one thought. How the hell are you going to face someone with the power that could destroy entire planets and galaxies?" Vegeta asked, doubting her capabilities to hurt him.

Bulma huffed haughtily, "I am a genius! I will find it out myself."

Vegeta rolled his eyes, "Ha! Says the girl who ran away from being bullied by four low class fools in the Barracks!" he mocked.

"Oh you want to get a taste of it, don't you?" Bulma snarled angrily at Sadara, finally losing her patience at his mockery at her. She abruptly jumped behind him and wrapped her hands around his neck and started to playfully choke him. "Here! Take this! This is just an example of what I am going to do to that ugly monkey once I meet him!"

"Aaaaaaahhh!" Vegeta playfully screamed as he pretended as if he was actually choking. "Okay! okay! I see! Let go of me now, I can't breathe!" Though he failed to stop his laughter at his enjoyment.

Bulma didn't let go of Sadara though. "That's not all! I will make sure I will kick him right into his greatest treasure in an attempt to weaken him and then I will rip all of his hair off his scalp until he's all bald! And then I will punch him until he gets beaten down to a pulp!" she confidently announced as she playfully demonstrated it in the air.

Vegeta could imagine her doing all of that and he instinctively flinched and became defensive. He could imagine how it would feel for her kicking his balls, ripping his hair and punching him endlessly until he gets knocked down. He imagined it to feel like someone was just tapping at him though. But he was still amazed at her audacity to dream of doing that. He never imagined someone as weak as her was planning to kill him.

"Aah, okay. Okay. Shhh... Lower down your voice, you'll wake the entire planet." Vegeta tried to tell her but her loud mouth just wouldn't stop screaming even as he try to shut her mouth with his hand. This woman sure is one hell of a noisy talking machine when she's drunk.

"Aaaaaaah!" she screamed once more, making the Saiyans flinch at her high pitched voice.

"Oh nooo! I can feel my ki dropping exponentially. I think I'm dying." Vegeta muttered sarcastically. Bulma finally stopped being so noisy and just stared at him in shock. Vegeta smirked at her impishly. "Just kidding!" He stuck his tongue out like a child. He cannot deny he was having so much fun with the woman. However, he had enough of her foolish words.

He abruptly pointed a finger at her. "Look here, woman." He commanded. Bulma stared at the tip of his finger with wide, shocked eyes. She feared for it to glow with bright blue energy. He snapped his finger to the left, right, up and down, and he amused himself looking at Bulma's groggy blue eyes darted to where the tip of his finger would snap. Just like a doggie. In his mind, she was woofing like a puppy.

"You! Enough of your mouth, woman! If anyone aside from us hear you talk shit about the Royal Crown Prince like that, you will be severely punished! As your master, I wouldn't want my cute little puppy to be taken away from me and receive a gruesome death at the hands of our almighty and ruthless Crown Prince. So hush now and behave like a good little dog, okay?"

Bulma scowled at his words, feeling absolutely offended by the annoying nickname he gave her. She glared at the finger he was pointing at her as if it was something for her to eat. "I am NOT a dog!" she roared before she unceremoniously bit into Sadara's finger so hard that he screamed like a woman.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHHHHH!" Vegeta immediately cried out in pain.

"Grrrrr…" that was Bulma growling like a vicious dog. Oh, she wouldn't let this stupid man go.

"Aaaaaarrrgh! Let go! Let go, woman! Aaaaaahh!"

"Grrrrrrr!" Bulma bit harder and Vegeta screamed a lot louder.

"GAAAAAAAH!"

The other Saiyans just watched at the exchange in shock and disbelief but they didn't move an inch from their seat.

~=-o-O-o-=~

Another hour later, Vegeta has returned to his own bedroom, feeling like he was some sort of ninja after moving past the royal guards of his palace with speed that nobody was able to see. He directly went to his private dressing room to change back to his bedtime robe before he came in through a secret entrance that leads back to his bedroom. He quietly returned the doll that looked exactly like him back to its own bed under the floor, and crawled back to his own bed. He raised his right finger, the one his wild little puppy had bitten earlier and frowned. It had stopped bleeding by now.

"I swear, I will make you pay for this later, woman! Just you watch!" he thought to himself before he lied down to his bed and slept.

~=-o-O-o-=~

Bulma was awakened by the sound of a bell, she could feel her head throbbing painfully as if it had been hit by a hammer. What a hangover. She sat up against her bed and looked around. Huh? Since when did she return to her sleeping quarters? The last thing she remembered was… was…

Her eyes widened in terror upon realizing what happened. Her mouth slipped and she told Sadara and his friends how much she hated the crown prince and that she wanted to kill him. They were laughing at her and were making fun of her as she made an example of her plans to Sadara. Then, she remembered she bit him on his finger hard, and that's the last time she could remember. Maybe he became angry at her and knocked her off to unconsciousness. She moaned in shame of her actions. Wait. She's alive? She's still alive after saying those words that could be considered as treachery and grave threat to a royalty and was punishable by death? How?

"Bulma, are you awake?"

Bulma jumped in surprise as she found Celerie at her door.

"Oh… Oh, madam, Good morning." She bowed down to her boss.

"It is time to prepare yourself, the crown prince has ordered for his breakfast to be made by you and only you."

"What?!" Bulma gasped in utter disbelief.

Celerie showed her the letter the crown prince sent through Kakarot just now. It was written in a dark blue paper that smelled like berries and the words are written with metallic gold colored ink. Bulma was blown away by the beautiful, calligraphy like writing as she read the crown prince's order.

"By the way, General Kakarot told me to give you this." Celerie said as she handed her a paper bag.

"Thank you, madam."

"Alright, get moving! You cannot fail on your first working day, Bulma." Celerie said imperiously before she let out a smile and she disappeared at the door.

Bulma looked inside at the paper bag given by Kakarot, it has a bottle there and another letter written in a scratch paper.

"Drink this to take away your hang over before you go to work. Sadara." Those were the words in the letter. She blinked at the handwriting, it looked kind of familiar to her. She took the crown prince's order and found the two have the same beautiful handwriting.

She was amazed and floored by their wonderful calligraphy and felt ashamed of her own childish doodling. She felt quite jealous.

Forgetting that feeling of jealousy, Bulma smiled. It seemed that Sadara was not so mad at her after what happened. But… Looking at the crown prince's order, she wondered if Sadara or Kakarot mentioned any of her words to Prince Vegeta. Was it a reason why the crown prince ordered for her to solely cook his breakfast as punishment?

She sighed before her expression became determined. Yes, she will impress him until he would wish to meet her personally. On that day… she will have her revenge.

So after bathing, dressing up to her cooking uniform, which was composed of a green armored vest with a skirt, blue paddings, and a white apron, rolled her long blue hair into a bun above her head and drinking the hangover medicine Sadara and Kakarot provided, Bulma walked out of her quarters to face the royal kitchen where her co-workers welcomed her.

Then she began her first cooking battle.

~=-o-O-o-=~

Vegeta entered the royal kitchen wearing a male version of the green armored vest the cooks wore. Almost everyone's eyes fell off their sockets when they found him there and gaped questionably at the crown prince's form standing by the door behind them. He wore his blue jumpsuit under the armor but his sleeves were pulled up to his elbows that showed his muscular forearm.

"Y-Y-Y-Your… Your h-!" they all stuttered in their shock.

"Hey! Sadara-sama! Good morning." Bulma waved her hand when she found him before she returned to her work of chopping meat. He smirked at her while everyone turned to Bulma, looking at her like she just lost her mind.

"Celerie," he called her attention.

Celerie turned to him, "Y-Yes, your-"

Vegeta's intimidating, warning glare cut her off and he averted his cold gaze towards the door.

"Leave us," he ordered her in a low voice. "and quietly…" he whispered.

Celerie bowed curtly before she turned to her subordinates and told them to come with her. They all vacated the kitchen quietly, leaving Bulma who was shocked to find herself suddenly alone with Sadara in the kitchen.

Vegeta quickly and excitedly strolled towards her, grinning impishly. He was humming a creepy tune that would have meant a theme song for the end of the world to others once they heard it.

"What are you doing in here, Sadara-sama?" Bulma asked with a curious look.

"I will help you cook his highness' breakfast," Sadara replied with a mischievous smile.

"What?" Bulma raised an eyebrow. For some reason, she didn't like that impish smile on his face. She could feel that it's a warning of an upcoming ominous disaster.

"I work as a part-time cook here too. I sometimes cook his highness' breakfast!" Sadara exclaimed rather proudly.

"Oh… But the crown prince's order is for me to cook alone for him." Bulma told him.

Vegeta leaned forward towards her, gazing up at her blue eyes with his cold onyx orbs. "Don't worry. He wouldn't know." he assured her.

"How sure are you about that - wait, Sadara-sama!"

Sadara unceremoniously picked up a bowl and an egg stirrer. "I know exactly what he specifically wants! His favorite breakfast is Golden Omyuraisu!"

Bulma sighed in defeat. What can she do to stop this persistent brat? She looked at him as if he has said something weird, "Omyuraisu? Isn't that quite plain and simple for a Crown Prince to be so fond of?"

Vegeta was taken aback by her words, feeling rather embarrassed. Of course, he just said that because it's the only recipe he knows about. He shrugged his shoulders and made a sour look. "Uh… yeah. Is it bad for a Crown Prince to want something so simple?" Vegeta mumbled. Bulma wondered why he took it as something that offended him.

Vegeta shook his head in disappointment before he took a large egg on his hand. As soon as he picked it up, the egg quickly cracked in between his fingers. "Oh shit!" he cursed to himself, picking up another but it ended up cracking in his fingers too. He sighed, willing himself to calm down and control his overwhelming strength. He carefully, very carefully picked another egg but it still cracked like the rest. A vein on his wide forehead abruptly throbbed as his anger exploded. "Damn! Damn it all! Come on! Damn you, egg bastard! Just let me crack one egg! Aaaargh!" He snarled angrily, cursing here and there feeling completely pissed off at the fact that he cannot even crack an egg properly. His anger has unleashed an invisible energy wave that cracked all other eggs in the shelf, creating a slimy mess.

"Ah, damn it!" He cursed to himself as he glared down at the mess he just did. He awkwardly turned and found Bulma staring back at him with a mocking gaze. He became annoyed with that look on her face, as if she was mocking his inability to crack an egg and cleared his throat, feeling very humiliated.

"Forget about the Omyuraisu! Let's cook something else!" He huffed as he went to the enormous fridge to take several vegetables and ground beef from inside the chiller. Bulma watched at him with an odd, funny look. What was this brat really trying to do?

"Let's make a jawbreaker!" Vegeta exclaimed.

"Why the hell is he deciding what the Crown Prince should be eating?" Bulma wondered to herself.

"Jaw breaker?" Bulma repeated, wondering what he meant by that.

"A beefy hamburger about this tall." Vegeta put his hands in front of him, making a brick size opening.

Bulma sighed hopelessly, "Yeah, but how do we make the burger buns when you just finished all the eggs?" she reminded him.

"Does it even have eggs?" Vegeta asked rather naively.

Bulma rolled her eyes at his obliviousness.

"Pancakes?"

"Eggs?"

"Golden Fried Rice?"

"Eggs!"

"Damn it! Does every breakfast have to be with eggs all the time?" Vegeta complained. Bulma nodded. He snarled, losing his patience before he suddenly yelled out loud in an imperious voice, "Celerie!"

Celerie immediately came in through the door as if someone outside was chasing her around to kill her, "Y-Yes?" she gasped breathlessly.

"Get me some eggs! Quickly!" The prince commanded.

"Aren't there a lot of eggs in-?"

Vegeta pointed at the messed up egg shelf and Celerie's jaw dropped in shock with a dumbfounded expression. Just what kind of disaster is the Crown Prince making again? She could only moan to herself.

"Hurry up, would you?!" Vegeta impatiently snapped at her. The look on his face told her that he's in a terrible mood right now and Celerie must move just as he commanded her before he decides to blast her entire existence to oblivion.

"A-As you wish!" Celerie quickly disappeared to get the eggs. Bulma watched at the exchange in incredulity.

Vegeta turned his attention to the counter, "So, for now. Let's go chopping these!" he exclaimed in an optimistic manner as he raised the garlic and the onion.

Bulma's mouth went agape in amazement at the speed of Vegeta chopping lots of garlic.

"Uh… Sadara-sama?" Bulma called him.

"What?" Vegeta said without looking at her. He was busy chopping onions by now.

"What are you really planning to cook? It has already been one hour and I was not able to cook anything since you just cracked all the eggs earlier." Bulma muttered in a low voice.

"Let's go back to the original plan, Omyuraisu. You will crack two eggs after Celerie has returned, okay?"

Bulma nodded in agreement but her reply sounded a bit off to him. "Okay…"

He looked at her and found a look of worry and disappointment upon her face. Inwardly, Vegeta was overjoyed at the success of his revenge but the feeling was short-lived. He didn't know why but he suddenly felt bad about her. If they failed to finish a single dish, she would think that everyone would berate her for it. And he knows of the rules that if one servant fails, everyone's reputation as a group would be affected accordingly. And given his well-known ruthlessness, it will be obvious that if they failed him they will be severely punished.

"What's with that ugly look on your face? Don't feel so down yet. You still have an hour so get on with it instead of wasting your time feeling unnecessary emotions! You don't see the end result yet so cheer up!" Sadara said as he planted a hand over his hips.

"But..."

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure the Crown Prince cannot complain when he cannot do anything about it."

When Celerie returned with a tall, male Saiyan bringing an entire rack full of eggs and replacing the nasty, old one and cleaning it, Bulma took two eggs and did what she was told. The male Saiyan was startled to find the crown prince cooking and was about to bow down respectfully at the heir to the throne but Celerie pulled him out of the kitchen when Vegeta silently ordered for them to leave with his commanding glare.

"Let's do this, Bulma." Vegeta invited her.

She smiled back at him, feeling motivated by his optimism. "Yes."

And they continued to work together to finish the Omyuraisu recipe. Vegeta never had so much fun like this. In fact, it was his first time cooking in his entire life. And so far, he was enjoying himself. Mostly because he was distracting Bulma with her proper work and creating a mess to keep them busy cleaning later on. Such a troublesome brat he is.

The bell rang, a signal for the cooks to be done with the plate presentations of all the food they were to serve the crown prince within five minutes and yet, Vegeta and Bulma just finished placing one dish on the plate. The Omyuraisu was well made and Vegeta could say they did a good job doing it so well.

Feeling proud of his 'achievement', Vegeta took the ketchup bottle from the counter and gazed at the food as if it was something he will be murdering. "Kukuku... Prepare yourself you bastard, for I, Sadara-sama shall -."

Bulma was looking at him with an odd look. What's with that psychotic face? He looked creepy and perverted.

Kakarot suddenly entered the kitchen and was appalled to see the two being so close to each other. "Osu! What are you guys doing, huh?" he cheerfully greeted, giving them both a smug smirk upon finding them doing something interesting.

What the f-?!

His cheerful voice made Vegeta and Bulma jump in surprise, as if his voice had pricked their butts like cactus needles. Kakarot couldn't help but find their reactions rather cute.

"We are cooking the crown prince's breakfast, Kakarot." Vegeta huffed. Kakarot raised an eyebrow at that. Prince Vegeta is helping Bulma cook his own breakfast?

"Huh? Wait what is that malevolent feeling?"

Jiiiiii~ (*evil glare)

He turned to see that Vegeta's crimson eyes shifted to give Kakarot a wide, malevolent glare as if he was an angry beast wanting to eat his subject alive.

"Eeeeeeekk!"

Kakarot jumped back in fright. He put his head down in silent apology.

"I see, but aren't you guys late at serving his highness' breakfast?" Kakarot reminded as he looked over at the food they prepared for the crown prince. He was not impressed to find just one unfinished dish. "And… you were able to finish just one dish?"

Sadara and Bulma glanced awkwardly at each other. Bulma slapped a hand on his shoulder, feeling annoyed. It's all his fault!

"Uh… yeah." Vegeta muttered and returned his attention to the dish they were preparing. He looked at the dish curiously and tilted his head wondering, "Say Kakarot, what do you think is a good thing to draw over the Omyuraisu? Bulma said I should draw it using ketchup!"

"Huh?" Kakarot looked at his prince oddly.

"Something that would surely take away the crown prince's bad mood once we serve him this only one dish."

Kakarot shrugged at the crown prince's question, why ask him? Of all people, Vegeta, the Crown Prince himself knows the exact answer to that. "I don't know. Why don't you ask that to yourself?" He replied, which caused the short fused prince to glower up indignantly at him with those scary eyes again. Kakarot quickly relented out of sheer terror. "Uh… I mean… Do you have any idea what he likes?"

Vegeta murmured, wondering for a while, "Hmmm… I'm not sure."

The General could only sigh hopelessly.

Bulma snapped her fingers as a glorious idea came to her mind, "Aha!"

"Aha?" Vegeta and Kakarot repeated in unison, looking at Bulma as if she was the shining star of the show.

Bulma quickly snatched the ketchup bottle off Sadara's hands and squeezed it to draw a big smiley over the omyuraisu's egg surface.

"Here is a big smiley for a grouchy Crown Prince who I heard was always frowning and scowling because he's angry all the time!"

Vegeta's mouth went agape in aghast while Kakarot stiffled a laughter. The Saiyan Prince turned to stare icily at him once again which made Kakarot to quickly spun around to keep himself from laughing.

"Let's all hope that this would take away his bad mood. Hehehe…" Bulma winked confidently at the two Saiyans.

Vegeta stared at Bulma and watched at her smile, which was as dazzling as the Alpha Centauri to him. He silently snorted at himself about her optimism and removed his apron.

"Right," he snorted at her. "Oh well, I'll go now and I need to tell the Crown Prince that his breakfast is ready. Kakarot, present the prince's breakfast now."

Kakarot just nodded before Vegeta winked at Bulma, leaning up to her, his eyes glinting. "I'll see you later after the prince is finished eating."

Vegeta's body became engulfed with his blue aura and then disappeared to thin air, leaving Bulma and Kakarot in the kitchen.

"Well, let's go. We wouldn't want to keep the crown prince from waiting." Kakarot said to Bulma.

~=-o-O-o-=~

Vegeta teleported inside his private dressing room to change back into his royal armor that was composed of a fresh blue long sleeved jumpsuit, a pearl white and gold armor with the symbol of the royal family crest engraved on its left chest plate, golden crouch pads, a red flowing cape pinned on his golden shoulder pads, white gloves and white boots with golden toes. He wrapped his long, brown monkey tail around his waist.

He walked out of his dressing room and strolled towards his dining room where his attendant Nappa, his right hand man, Kakarot and the food taster patiently waited. He regally walked towards the end of the table. A royal guard pulled the chair for him to sit on.

He found the omyuraisu presented before him by Kakarot and Nappa. He could sense that Bulma was on the room across him, waiting. There was a blind curtain in between them because no one is allowed to see or watch as the crown prince eats, aside from his four Generals and the food taster.

As a protocol, Nappa introduced Prince Vegeta to the food being served to him. A servant girl was beside him, his food taster.

"Your highness, this is the dish the royal cooks of your palace has served for your breakfast today," Nappa said. "It is called 'Omyuraisu', a mixed fried rice dish covered by a sheet of scrambled egg with cheese and tomato ketchup on the surface. It is most specially prepared by the new cook assigned in the royal kitchen, Miss Bulma, your highness."

Vegeta was not listening to Nappa's words as he glared at the food being served before him.

"What has taken too much time for one dish to be prepared? It's late! And here's only one simple dish before me!" he shouted in his cold and commanding voice, which made Bulma's chest pound with terror at the sound.

"We apologize, your highness but General Sadara has distracted Bulma while she was cooking so…" Kakarot said with an uncomfortable look. How is he supposed to explain that to Vegeta when it was himself who caused this trouble?

"Sadara?" Vegeta glanced at Kakarot who gave him an awkward look. "I see." He muttered. "Fine then, I guess this will do."

Vegeta silently ordered for the food taster to do her job. The young Saiyan lady bowed before him and proceeded to taking a taste of the Omyuraisu.

Vegeta waited expectantly at his chosen critic for his food. His punishment for Bulma will depend on the taster's opinion of what they have cooked for him.

The taster's eyes widened in amazement, "T-This is absolutely tasty, your highness! You may please proceed to eating your breakfast."

Vegeta could not help but grin at those words. "Really?"

"Yes, your highness." The food taster replied respectfully.

Kakarot made a surprised sound as he gasped out loud in disbelief, "Woah! I don't believe it. Is that true at all?"

Vegeta's eyes abruptly flashed angrily at Kakarot's direction as if he was all ready to kill him anytime and the young general jumped back in terror. He put his hands in front of him and grinned back to surrender.

Nappa turned to Kakarot in question, his brows furrowed in confusion, "Huh?"

Kakarot grinned back awkwardly, "Ah! It's nothing, General Nappa. Hehehe…"

"Thank you," Vegeta told his taster before he took his fork and looked at the smiley drawn with ketchup at the egg's surface. It looked like the woman's artwork was an absolute lucky charm for her, huh?

He decided not to punish Bulma for what she did to him yesterday, all thanks to that smiley.

Then he proceeded to eating his morning breakfast. It might not be that much to satisfy his hunger but since he was there pestering Bulma the entire time, he suppose he should let this one slip for now.

That was the most delicious breakfast he had his entire life.

~=-o-O-o-=~

"Hey Bulma! Congratulations!" Kakarot announced to Bulma an hour later. They were at the kitchen, cleaning up the mess some crown prince pretending to be a part time cook did to the place earlier.

Bulma looked at him as if he had grown a second head. "Huh? Why are you congratulating me?"

Sadara appeared behind her and beamed a grin at her, he was now wearing his black armor similar to Kakarot, "Your cute little smiley has brighten up the crown prince's mood."

"He absolutely loved your cooking!" Kakarot exclaimed.

"Really?" Bulma was so happy to hear that. The two Saiyan Generals nodded in unison. That's great. It seemed she made an impression to the crown prince. "I see. That was good." she smiled. Her plan A is successful.

"So, what are you going to do after cleaning up that you have three hours left before you make lunch for the crown prince?" Sadara asked.

Bulma shrugged. "Nothing, I guess. I should sleep. I haven't slept much last night."

"Oh, I was thinking of taking you out as a congratulatory gift on your first day of work in the palace."

Bulma's eyes widened at his words, "Sadara-sama, you don't have to-"

"Go and prepare yourself. I will meet you outside the palace gates." he ordered her and then he walked out of the door without waiting for any response from her.

Bulma turned to Kakarot, "You know that Sadara is quite pushy. He likes to order people around as if he was some royalty! He's like the crown prince!"

Kakarot's eyes widened in surprise at that, "You think so?"

"No, I guess the crown prince is still worse than him. I guess I have no choice but to go. I get the feeling that Sadara will turn into the Grim Reaper if he doesn't find me in the gates."

~=-o-O-o-=~

Vegeta sauntered to his dressing room to pick up his Grim Reaper's cloak when he found Nappa walking frantically towards him.

"Your highness," Nappa bowed respectfully before him. "The king requests your presence at the main dining hall immediately."

He looked up to his attendant with his usual scowl, "What for?"

"Zorn said that your father wants to discuss with you about the Galactic Emperor's arrival tomorrow morning and the preparations you needed to work on."

The crown prince's eyes turned deadly as he stared directly in front of him, not allowing himself to look at his subjects when giving an imperious, direct command, "Tell him I don't have time to welcome the Emperor. I have more important things to do than wasting time welcoming that overgrown lizard to my planet. And I will not grace them with my presence tomorrow."

That's all what he said before he walked away, leaving his attendant completely stunned at his direct order.

After picking up his cloak, Vegeta took his secret passageway out of the palace to meet Bulma at the gate. She was there, waiting for him. She still donned her green armor and her hair was still in a high bun over her head.

"Come on, let's go and eat breakfast at Citao's place." he told her rather coldly.

"Citao?"

"The woman who sells Puhn."

"Oh," Bulma muttered.

They went to Citao's newly opened restaurant at the Burokorri Island to eat Puhn for breakfast. Unlike last time, they were received by the woman much better today. Bulma noticed that Sadara's earlier happy mood became icy when they saw each other at the gates.

~=-o-O-o-=~

King Vegeta was not impressed to hear from his right hand man that the crown prince refused to show up before him and the council today to discuss about the galactic emperor's arrival tomorrow. He was even more displeased when he learned that his heir has announced that he will not even appear to welcome the galactic emperor. Because of this, the crown prince has received many criticisms from the councilmen.

"Prince Vegeta has become too arrogant and overconfident with his strength that his decisions are too overwhelmed by his pride and temper. All he knows is to bark orders, beat his subordinates, yell at his servants and cause havoc. He thinks he can do things by himself because he knows that he is the most powerful Saiyan among all of us. He should learn that power and strength doesn't help a ruler much to make his people follow him. How would the Saiyans follow his lead once he's coronated as a king if they are too terrified of his strength rather than having respect to his authority? Even the royal council here thinks he has become too irresponsible and uncaring with his duties as the heir to the throne of Planet Vegeta. He doesn't even attend council assemblies, emergency meetings and important events like what we will have tomorrow."

Those were the words he heard from the royal council. King Vegeta cannot defend his son's irresponsible actions though. He knows the council was right about their criticism.

"Your Majesty, we suggest for you to take the necessary action for the crown prince's irresponsible behavior." pleaded the councilmen.

King Vegeta sighed, "What can you suggest if we all know that the crown prince is more than powerful enough to destroy us all just as Lord Frieza would?"

"Your Majesty, the only thing we could think of is allowing the crown prince to take the throne temporarily." Paragus suggested. Everyone in the room turned to the dark skinned Saiyan speaking in shock.

"If he thinks he is confident enough to rule the Saiyans, then it would be good for the entire Saiyan race. Prince Vegeta is young, arrogant, rebellious and irresponsible but we cannot deny that his battle power, tactical prowess and political intelligence greatly surpass that of anyone on the planet. If only he's responsible he would make a great king. If this will be permitted by his majesty, it might change the crown prince's behavior and would force him to become more responsible to his duties as the future king."

"That's a good idea, Minister Paragus." King Vegeta agreed. "Alright, I will have to speak to my heir about this some time later. The day after the Galactic Emperor's arrival, I will announce the preparations for the crown prince's coronation!"

~=-o-O-o-=~

"Thank you for treating me breakfast, Sadara-sama," Bulma said to Sadara as they returned to the palace.

"Hn," was all he said. "Go now, you have to return to your work so you can prepare the crown prince's lunch."

"Yes, I'll go now. I'll see you later then!"

"Hn..."

Bulma didn't miss Sadara's lack of good mood but she decided to ignore it and return to the kitchen.

Vegeta teleported himself inside his private dressing room to change back to his royal armor when he heard his father's voice.

"Where has the crown prince gone to this time?!" The king sounded so livid and Vegeta could hear Nappa and the other servants whine.

"We have no idea, your majesty. He just disappeared without further notice…" Nappa explained. King Vegeta was about to blast the irresponsible attendant to oblivion when the heir to the throne appeared.

"I am here, papa. What is this commotion about?" he asked imperiously. The king turned to his son with an icy glare and commanded everyone around them to leave him and his first born alone to talk.

Once the king and the crown prince were alone, King Vegeta angrily marched at his son to smack him hard on the face.

"You irresponsible, arrogant little brat!" the king spat. "Do you even have any slighest idea what the council said about your refusal to attend this morning's assembly?!" he growled.

Vegeta felt his father's slap and he was surprised to feel his head snap to the left at the impact. It seemed like his father didn't hold anything back at that one attack. He pulled his lips to bare his fangs at his father and glowered at the king with a look that would have made anyone wet themselves out of fear.

"No," he spat back. "And I. Don't. Fucking. Care!" he said each word with unnecessary bitterness. "Now if you just came here to spat some political nonsense about the treaty or the stupidity of your councilmen then leave! I have no time to waste listening to your useless babble! Now, get out of my way!"

King Vegeta could only stare in shock at his heir's blatant disrespect, taken aback by the bitterness and hatred simmering in his son's words. As a king, he should never allow anyone lower than him to disrespect his authority just like what his son was doing to him right now. But as a father who knows he had missed quite a lot on his son, he could not help but blame himself for his son's irresponsible behavior. He was never on his son's side ever since the boy started to become emotionally distant to him after the queen's death. He just let the boy do whatever he wanted since he couldn't do anything to stop him.

And now, thanks to Paragus' idea he finally knows what to do with him.

"Prepare yourself, Yon, for you are to take the throne very soon." King Vegeta said.

That caught his son's attention. He quickly spun around to look at his father in shock. "What?!"

"I know you heard me, boy! You are to be crowned the new King of all Saiyans and the Planet Vegeta in the next seven days whether you like it or not!"

Prince Vegeta could only look at his father, completely at a loss of words at that shocking revelation.