Author's Note:-
I'm sorry there was no update last week. I've been focusing more on The Nameks as I'm really into that fic right now and I'm sure nobody is interested in Generation 3... even I'm not interested in Generation 3 most of the time n_n' I really wish I'd written and/or finished all the Gen 3 sketches I thought of back when I was passionate about it... I think some of this stuff is good, but I'm not sure if I have it in me to continue it now, or even write up my old ideas...
Anyway, I do like this sketch. It's very short, and was probably planned to be the first part of a bigger sketch back in the day, but... this is all there is now. I think it's funny, even if it isn't very big. Enjoy!
Deep into the evening, Vegeta and Frieza were in yet another argument.
"You destroyed our planet!" Vegeta screamed.
"Oh, trust you to drag that up, Vegeta." Frieza snorted. "Even your father doesn't care about that anymore."
"What? Yes he does!" Vegeta yelled.
Meanwhile King Vegeta was on the floor, heavily intoxicated.
"Buh… Blabiboba." He mumbled to himself.
"No he doesn't." Frieza said, and kicked King Vegeta. "Vegeta, what do you care about?"
"S… Saiya…" King Vegeta uttered, and threw up.
"See? He's forgiven me." Frieza said to Vegeta.
"He's not forgiven you! He's just drunk!" Vegeta argued.
"Oh, tomáto tomato." Frieza shrugged.
"What!" Vegeta screamed. He turned super saiyan, and proceeded to attack Frieza.