Vegeta sat patiently (as can be expected from an ancy Saiyajin prince) in the room. He didn't understand where he was exactly, just that he didn't like it. There were many humans sitting in chairs, thumbing through idiotic, outdated magazines, and a few young children playing with these fascinating blocks that, when put together a certain way, seemed to bond to one another, creating colorful buildings and other things. There were also a large quantity of fish tanks. And for some reason that made him nervous...
"Mrs. Loopetyloo? The doctor will see you now," an overly polite sounding lady with a big fake grin on her face, wearing a plain white dress with an identification card stating that she was "Kathy" said, ushering a middle aged woman who was nervously biting the end of her sleeve into a hallway. That was the third person that had disappeared down that hallway since Vegeta had been here, and none had come back yet. So why do they keep following her? And what kind of creature is back there? A Buldani Throat Scratcher? A Hungry Oozaru? Kakarotto on a sugar high?! These thoughts sprung into Vegeta's mind, making him more and more wary of this obviously dangerous hallway. Oh well, I am a Super Saiyajin. I can handle anything. Even Kakarotto on a sugar high, should the problem arise. Besides, I'm only here to end that woman's ceaseless nagging. Maybe if I sit through what she promised would be just one hour, she'll leave me the hell alone. Eh, probably not, but it's worth a try.
"Mr. ... Vegeta? It's your turn now!" "Kathy" informed him cheerily. He got up from the seat he had been so tempted to ki blast to whatever kind of hell furniture that uncomfortable was sent. Just because I'm a Saiyajin does not mean my posterior won't get sore!! He growled and gave the chair one last look of contempt before following Kathy into the accursed hallway. Maybe this is some form of test... to see who is worthy to stay on this planet... Oh God, then Kakarotto on a sugar rush is a possibility... okay, just keep calm. You know Chi-Chi monitors his sugar and caffeine intake very closely... she may be utterly useless otherwise but at least she can keep the moron in check for a while.... The memory of that one New Year's Eve party Chi-Chi had been unable to attend filtered it's way back from his subconcious, and sent chills down his spine. The hokey pokey would never be the same for any who had attended this party. Nor would anyone even THINK of serving any form of grape at any event in the near future.
"Okay, sir. Dr. Qwaksallott is right through here," "Kathy" said, pointing through an open door.