"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. Vegeta put his guard up, and entered the tiny, tiny enclosed space ready to kill anything that even DARED mess with the prince of the Saiyajins. What he saw when he entered literally shocked the hell out of him. In front of him was an over-weight, slightly balding man, with thick, squared glasses that framed warm, cheerful eyes. The man smiled at Vegeta, and offered a thick, sweaty hand. Vegeta took his guard down enough so he wouldn't neccesarily kill the man (who was considerably shorter than him) that stood in front of him. He gingerly took the man's hand, and shook it, before reclaiming and discretely wiping off his white gloved extremety.
"So good to meet you Vegeta. Please, sit down anywhere you'll be comfortable." Vegeta chose to stand, arms crossed, features frozen in that look that would strikle fear in the heart of an Ekarion Bull-Lizard, in the center of the room. "O...kaaaay I guess I'll work with that. Now, Vegeta, do you know why you're here today?"
"Because I had no better excuse, no one's tried murdering the population of this planet in a while.... I'd check those fish out there though... they don't look healthy..."
"Right. So... you save the world often?"
"No. Only when Kakarotto tricks me into it. Other than that I'd like to either destroy it myself or take a ship off this hell-hole of a planet."
"Yes. I'm sure we all have had times when our life just makes it seem like space would be a good alternative. Too bad, huh?"
Too bad WHAT, Earthy? It's you who has no option of escape. I could leave anytime. My only queston is what's holding me back? "I suppose so," he replied verbally. "So... what do I have to do?"
"Nothing."
"Pardon?"
"You dont have to do anything if you dont want to. You should probably just remember that I am getting paid for the time we spend here, however, so if you'd like to talk..."
"Why would I want to talk to you? You don't even seem interesting in the slightest!" Vegeta was starting to get really angry at Bulma. Why would she force me to do this? Do I come off as a 'people person'?? Or is she torturing me... that must be it... this is some odd form of torture... damn, and I didn't catch it sooner!!
"Well, I'll bet you're a very interesting person, why don't we talk about you?" Vegeta perked. Suddenly the man didn't seem like such a moron after all. I mean, how could anyone who realized his great depth of character without knowing him for a long time be a moron.