Chapter 2-

Of old Men and Ginger Pride

This one shot is where his pride gets hurt in more than one way. This is not my best work but please give it a read. You never know you might like it! Also no offence intended to ginger people.

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Italics represent his thoughts.

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Saving the world was always tough but it was nothing a Saiyan prince couldn't handle; after all if that moronic fool Kakorrot had done it so many times…. Really how hard could it possibly be?

Hard enough obviously in his normal form; Vegeta was ashamed to even let the thoughts form in his head that he; prince of all Saiyans was being beaten to a bloody and very unflattering pulp. He groaned; certain that with the mornings light even his eye brows would hurt, the rest of him was already killing him five minutes into the battle and would most likely be out of commission for a while. He knew that Bulma would not be impressed and he feared that she would shoot him out of the picture like Yamcha.

The Goddamn joy of it all.

Poor dumb Yamcha dumped due to his inability to perform. He smirked at the thought of his rival's issues and as he realized there was no chance of that happening after all he WAS the better man of the two after all.

Staring back at his opponent he wondered how life had got so low that he had to endure the humiliation of fighting this creep. Roughly half Vegeta's height and wrinkled like he had been left soaking in water over night. The new evil that was threatening to over turn the planet was a mere old man after fame, power and most importantly getting laid. The man in question gave Vegeta a gummy smile, which in turn made his long white ear hair bushel all the more.

"You're… Disgusting!" Vegeta spat out as another volley of punches sent him crashing to the ground.

As he lay there amidst all the rubble and shattered windows and glass he realized that he would have to step up his game by a notch or two; regardless of what the word on the street would be from the many curious onlookers gazing on. Vegeta can't even beat an old man without turning into a super Saiyan. What a joke!

Needless to say this was his usual paranoia and pride speaking rather than basic common sense. The people in question would in fact more than likely be happy to have had their lives saved full stop. Be it from a fire breathing genetic experiment gone awry or a little old man bored of watching horse racing and in desperate need of a hot date. Admittedly yes; Goku and company would find various opportunities to laugh about this at a later date but at present they were just thankful that their homes (and in some cases food) were safe yet again.

Vegeta roared as golden flames erupted around his body and reflected off his opponent's marble head. Hair once black like night was now dazzling like the sun and his eyes an unending green as deep as the greatest oceans. The onlookers gasped as one, each seeing their own idea of a saviour. Some saw an angel ready to save their souls. Others saw a magnificent warrior waiting to save their lives. But a couple (or at least those who knew him) saw it as his instant remedy to save his pride and to regain his right to arrogance once again.

Vegeta grinned smugly at the old man, "so Mr Tough Guy. How do you like me now?"

"Pfft! So what? You've had a little work done. So did all three of my wives and only one managed to win me in a fight. There go… you don't have a shot in hell. Sorry my boy, but all three of my wives could have wiped the floor with you. Scary beasts that they were"… he fell into reminiscing for a second whist a small grin played on his dry ancient lips and his eyes sparkled. "And rough with the leather too."

Vegeta gagged as too many images filled his head involving three old women, an old man, lots of whips and chains and a whole lot of sagging skin. He was not amused at all and rather wished that Bulma was giving him that attention right now. Stubborn bitch. Why won't she just let me… just once?

A few punches later and the old man was ready to except defeat and be returned to his nursing home; being no match for Vegeta's strength as a super Saiyan and also in need of a rather long nap after the days excitement.

Our hero went back home to watch the news to discover what wonderful things people had been saying about him. To begin with he just sat there listening and allowing his ego to grow to gigantic proportions.

"Strong, gorgeous man saved us from that evil dude." Said one. "Soooo Handsome" said another and on it went until a young boy came on to the screen, "That short ginger man was awesome!"

Vegeta gaped " G…Ginger? Me? It is not possible! I AM STRAWBERRY BLONDE!" He screamed at the TV but the boy just kept going "his hair was almost half his height…"

The TV suddenly exploded into a ball of flames almost as fast as Vegeta's newly grown super ego popped and brought he crashing back to Earth.

Thanks for reading and I will continue to write these short one shots and will aim to have another up by Wednesday.