"Father!" The prince of all saiyans yelled as he ran to his father's room, barging in.

"Father! Father! Father!" he yelled as the king looked up from his bed, not looking to pleasant or happy.

"What's so important that you have to interrupt my nap this time Vegeta?"

"Father, I'm very sorry, it's just that I have to ask you something."

The king looked up at his son with a sleepy but straight forward face, his arms then crossing and signaling Vegeta he had all his attention.

"Dad, could you maybe let me go out tonight? There's a concert I really want to attend."

The king sighed as he put his hand through his hair, looking over to his son.

"I'll quit bothering you for the rest of the day." Vegeta cooed towards his father and make puppy eyes.

"Fine Vegeta."

Vegeta's eyes widened as he smiled a bit, finally! He had gotten a day out of this hell. A little parade of Vegetas' dressed as cheerleaders then cheered in his head, waving pom poms in the air, chanting 'hallelujah'.

"But you have to take Nappa with you."

The party of Vegetas' then broke down inside the prince's head as he slumped down.

"But daaaad, Nappa is way too talkative! Knowing him, he wouldn't stop talking to me throughout the whole concert and won't leave me alone. I want to go so I can have some fun, not waist my money listening to Nappa's 24/7 conversations of his life."

"Oh my god Vegetaaaa." King Vegeta groaned as he put his hand on his forehead.

Vegeta mewled as he made his best cat face, cupping his hands together as if he were going to pray.

King Vegeta's right eye then twitched as he stared at Vegeta. Never had he done his kitten face since he was younger.

"Ugh fine! But only this once ya hear?!" the king frowned as he slumped down into his bed again.

Vegeta's eyes brightened up as he beamed his biggest smile. "Thanks dad! Thanks so much!"

The young prince then ran to his dad and jumped onto him, giving him the biggest hug ever. King Vegeta smiled, chuckling as he held his son. He had missed the feeling of his son's warm hugs. The young Vegeta then pulled away and quickly rushed out of his father's room, taking the doorknob of the door into his hands.

"Sorry for interrupting your sleep again father."

The king nodded and smiled slightly, "It's fine my boy."

Vegeta then tittered, "Don't want to be late!" he chortled as he closed his father's door and running off to his room.

The king then seeping back into his bed, he pulled his covers over him, "Well then, he hasn't been this happy in a while."

Vegeta smiled brightly as he broke into his room, twirling in circles as he fell on his bed, snickering.

"Goku, Goku . . . " Vegeta blushed as he put his hands on his chest, "Finally, after so long, I get to see you again."

Then sitting up, the prince pulled out his laptop from under his bed and began to search on Google for tickets to Goku's concert. Relieved to see that there was still VIP passes and seats available, he searched through the seats. Taking the best seat in the front along with a VIP pass, the prince checked out his order and printed out the tickets. The day ahead of him was set, first he would choose and pull out his best clothes, bathe, then get dressed into them.

After this, he will go right ahead into fixing his hair the usual fashion, spiked up, followed by applying cologne and add chap-stick onto his lips. He couldn't allow Kakarot to kiss his chapped lips after so long, he wanted the softness of his lips to get the best of Kakarot. Afterall, Goku said it himself during their last love making session.

Vegeta then putting on his sun glasses, the prince simpered as he stared at himself in the mirror. Walking out into the darkness of the night, his ride was waiting outside and ready to roll onto the streets of Planet Vegeta. This was his night, and he wasn't going to let anything spoil it.

"K-T! K-T is he ready to roll?" the manager asked as an older man walked up to the manager.

"I'll go check." he then ran to the masculine man's room and knocked onto the door.

"Almost . . . " Goku chuckled as he brushed his hair out to his usual fashion.

"Kakarot! Your still not dressed!?"

"Sorry, I just like to take my time dad." the young saiyan giggled as he looked through his wardrobe.

Bardock rolled his eyes as he helped his son choose from the clothes.

"Here, this one would look good on you since it's a dark theme out."

"True that!" the big male smiled as he tossed on his clothes and ran out of the room, then followed by his dad as various newscasts coated him all around, asking questions about the concert. Quickly answering all the questions, he then walked out onto the platform in which he would be lifted to the top of the stage. Turning over to see his dad once more, he smiled.

Bardock smiled as he lifted up his hand and formed a thumbs up, the platform beginning to flow up to the stage as drums and guitars began to play, lights then blinding him.

"This is it, all I've been working for . . . will be for you tonight . . . Vegeta."