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#3 The Saiyan
Prince
Why don’t any of these people ever want to let
me interview them in their homes, where it’s safe?! Well, once again, I am off to
interview another of the DBZ cast.... this time, Vegeta! I had thought it was hard
to get Piccolo to let me interview him, but not when I had phoned Vegeta!! I think
back to how the conversation had gone:
RRRIIIINNNGGG!
VEGETA: “What do you want?”
So much for Hello!! LINI: “Uh, h-hello, V-Vegeta?”
VEGETA: “You will address me as Prince Vegeta, you low class human!
How dare you insult me like that, I am a saiyan prince-”
LINI: “Yeah, I know that! That’s why I’m calling-”
VEGETA: “Don’t you interrupt me, you little brat! Now, what do you want?!
You are interrupting my favorite show!”
LINI: “My name is Lini Syani, and I am the interviewer of the DBZ stars! I’m
calling to request and interview with you-”
VEGETA: “That’s nice, but I don’t want to be interviewed! Good b-”
LINI: “Wait!! It’s very important that I interview you!! All of your fans have
sent me piles of letters and emails requesting that my next interview be with you!
Please Vegeta, for the fans!”
VEGETA: “Well, I can’t blame them, but that doesn’t matter! I do not
associate with you weak ones. Unless you plan to fight me *chuckles* I won’t do
the interview.”
Well, needless to say, I DID get him to give in. With a little bit of ‘bargaining’
(two hours worth! Man, this guy doesn’t give in easily!!), I got him to agree. There
were a few small conditions, but nothing I couldn’t afford. So, now, today, I am on
my way to interview the saiyan prince, Vegeta.
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I step off the bus and look around. Nothing much to see, but a bunch of
abandoned warehouses and buildings. I’m at the run down, outskirts of the city,
just where Vegeta requested we hold the interview. As the bus rumbles away, I
begin to walk towards the buildings, scanning the sky for any sign of the saiyan.
Finally, above me, I hear a gust of air. Looking up, I see the pointy haired man
flying towards me.
”Veget-” I stop as he hovers above me. My eyes go wide with fear as I see
the energy ball he is forming in his hand. “WAIT!!!! I’m not the one you are going to
fight, I’m just here to interview you! That guy should be here soon!!!!” I shout,
feeling my knees shaking.
I see him drop his hand and frown. Dropping from the sky, he lands in front
of me and scowls. “Well, that’s too bad really. I was hoping to get a good work
out today!”
I look at the prince with a sense of awe, and a bit surprise. He’s not in his
usual uniform or clothes.... but in a pink Hawaiian print shirt and bell bottoms!!!!
Obviously noticing my shock, he runs a hand back through his wild hair, and
actually appears to blush!!!
”Um, it’s an honor to meet you Vegeta,” I say, still looking at his attire.
Turning my recorder on, I swallow, yet know I HAVE to ask the question on my
mind. “D-do you m-mind if I ask why you are wear-”
”Shut up!! It does not matter what I am wearing! Just because that woman
threw out all my uniforms and bought me these Kakkarot-ugly clothes, doesn’t
mean I am still not the strongest warrior in the galaxy!!!” he roars. “I told her I
didn’t care if they were dirty and worn out, I needed them to spar in, but would
she listen?! No!! She goes out and buys me THIS!!!”
I can’t help but smile. “You mean Bulma bought you those clothes?” Oh,
how I wish I had brought a camera!
”Yes!!! Who else, you idiot? Now, can we get this interview over with, I want
to have plenty of time to fight!”
”Okay, let’s see, ah yes, the BIG question that most of my readers want
answered is: Why don’t you call Goku by his name? Is it just that you can’t
remember what his name is, or that you just can’t accept that he could change it
to something better, or-”
Vegeta’s eyes narrow, and I see his mouth turn down even further. “That
damn fool’s name IS Kakkarot! I can call him whatever I want, and no one can
stop me, because I am a saiyan prince!”
”Uh, that’s nice. But really, Vegeta, is it just that you don’t like being the only
one with a name that has to do with vegetables?? You know, Vegeta- vegetable,
Kakkarot- carrot....”
”You insolent little brat!! Do you not remember who you are talking to?? I
am-”
”Yeah, yeah, I know, a saiyan prince! Okay, next question, I guess. How do
you get your hair to stand up like that? I mean, a lot of people, including myself
have spiky hair, but yours... well, that’s just scary!!”
Vegeta’s eyes narrow again, but then I see his familiar smirk appear. “Hmm,
I wouldn’t talk too much about scary hair, porcupine head.” he hisses.
GRRRRR!!!!!!! How dare he insult me like that?! I am Lini Syani, interv-
wait, never mind. But how can he say that? Has he looked in a mirror recently?! I
smile sweetly as I say, “Um, Vegeta, I don’t think you have any right to call me
that. Because, you see, if I’m a porcupine, then I guess that makes you.... a
cactus!!!!”
He lets out a growl and balls his hands into fists. “Is that so?” he grumbles. I
let out a shriek as a bright beam of light flies past me and blows up the empty
warehouse behind me. Where was Piccolo!!!?? He was late, and I could really
use him right now!
Uncovering my eyes, I look back at the smoking hole in the ground. “I-I...
uh,” I mutter unintelligibly.
”Now, listen you brat, you just watch what you say, because next time, that
will be you. Next question!!”
I cringe at the extra raspiness of his voice. Okay, just breathe and you’ll be
okay. Ooooh!!! Who am I kidding?! I’m a loud mouth and I never know when to
shut up! I’m gonna get myself killed! Piccolo, where the @#*% are you?!
”A-a-all right, V-V-Vegeta... What was it that made you change your mind
about a certain human, and decide to be with her? I-I mean Bulma, of course.
How would you describe your relationship, feelings, etc?”
Wrong question. Even in his floral shirt and flares, Vegeta is scary looking. I
never imagined I could get myself into such trouble while interviewing... but then
again, should I have expected anything else from a saiyan warrior?? “I don’t think
that is any of your business, girl.”
Back to my usual talk first, think later mode, I ask, “Why not? It’s one of the
top questions that everyone wants to know! Come on, you can share your
feelings with me, I’m a great listener!”
Vegeta lets out one of his evil laughs. “I don’t think so!! Why would I tell a
bunch of weaklings how I really feel?”
”Because, if you don’t,” I know it’s probably going to get me in a lot more
trouble, but hey, it worked with Piccolo! “If you don’t tell me, I’ll show the entire
world your new look.”
”WHAT?!”
”That’s right Vegeta. If you don’t tell me exactly what I want to know, I’ll
make sure that everyone on this planet sees your new duds, and knows just how
much you love them! So much so, that you went to the store and bought yourself
fifty more shirts like that!” It might get me killed, but at least I’ll get the truth for the
fans!!
”Grrr... you stupid girl! All I have to do is blast you into another dimension
right now, and not worry about it! Why should I even care about your useless
threats?”
I hold up my recorder. “Because, this little baby here, it’s hooked up to a
super computer in my room. If anything happens to this recorder, that computer
instantly sends copies of the tape to ever person on the Internet. You see, you kill
me, the whole world will know all about your great new sense of fashion.”
Hehehe... so what if I lie a little? He doesn’t know!
A large sweat bead drops from his forehead. “I see... well then.... grrrrrr.... I
suppose,” I can see him shaking with rage, “I... could... tell.... grrrr.... you... a bit.”
Vegeta lets out another growl, and I can tell he’s furious. Good! He deserves it,
threatening me and all!
”So, what do you REALLY think of Bulma? We all know the tough, uncaring
business is just an act. Come on Vegeta, spill it.”
His face is now glistening with sweat, along with his pink flowered shirt.
“GRRR..... I,” he takes a deep breath, “I suppose I am fond of her. She is an okay
cook, and quite attractive.”
”Is that all? You wouldn’t LOVE her, would you?” Oooooh!!! This is sooo
much fun!!! Hehe, lil scrawny me, pushing around a saiyan!
Vegeta swallows, and tries to brush the sweat from his face. “No!!! All of you
humans insist on finding someone to live with, so I did the same. That woman
was just the first person I saw when I decided to follow your stupid tradition, so I
chose her!”
”Vegeeeta, I don’t think you are telling me the truth!”
He begins to form another energy ball, then stops, remembering the tape.
He looks helplessly from me, to the buildings, to the tape. He is breathing
raggedly and trembling with anger. Finally, he lets out a scream of rage.
“AARRRGH! I don’t care about her!!”
”Tell the truth Vegeta!”
From above us, I hear the sound of a cape rustling in the wind, and I look
up. Finally, Piccolo has decided to show up. “You okay?” he asks me, while still
hovering in the air.
”Yeah, perfectly fine. It’s nice of you to finally arrive!!”
Beside me, Vegeta is still gasping for air noisily, and sweating like crazie.
Piccolo looks down at him, and his eyes go wide. The green Namek mutters,
“Wow, looks like you didn’t need me at all!”
”W-what’s he doing here?” Vegeta pants, trying to control his fury.
”Oh, he’s the one I promised you could fight with if I got my interview-” I am
rudely interrupted as Vegeta lets out an earsplitting cry and flies from the ground.
Faster than I can see, he soars up to Piccolo and kicks the Namek, sending him
flying across the sky.
”Aaah, I feel much better now.” Vegeta sighs, smirking again. Looking down
at me, he says, “The interview is over.” Turning away, he flies off to the roof
where the shocked Piccolo is pulling himself up.
As I walk back to the bus stop and sit on the bench to wait, I can hear the
sounds of the fight. When the bus arrives, I smile as I climb up the steps, hearing Piccolo shout,
“What did I do??!!!!”
I look out the bus window and see Vegeta blasting the H.F.I.L out of the
Namek. Maybe I should have told Piccolo why I really needed him to come
along.... Nah, serves him right for not flying me home!! Oh well, he’ll be okay, he
has to be, cuz I need him to help me with my next interview too!! |