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[saiyan_prince]

Who: Vegeta, Cheria, Cheria's housemates if they hear her scream
When: August 16th, evening
Where: Graces house
Style: brrrrackets
Status: Closed


[One minute, he'd been fresh out of the shower in that woman's house, holding up the hideous pink shirt she'd left for him in place of his armor. The next, he was deposited in Cheria's room wearing only the khakis and waving around said pink shirt angrily, continuing his sentence like he'd never been teleported at all.]

What is the meaning of this, woman?!

Comments

[lucentpalisade]

Oh. Okay, Cheria.

[ Huh. She glances at Vegeta next, consideringly, and then nods. ]

I remember. But you're not supposed to talk about her peachbutt. It's a bad conversation topic in polite company.

[dreamchasing]

[ dekfnekgnkrngkrngkng ERK. ]

Oooookay, how were those crablettes?

[ ATTEMPT TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT FROM HER BUTT, GO. ]

[saiyan_prince]

Good.

[He's still hungry, though. Vegeta folds his arms over his chest, unsure of what to do now. Say "thanks for the food"? Find some clothes? Maybe he'll head to Bulma's place and get that gravity machine instead of just wasting his time sitting around with two little girls...]

[lucentpalisade]

[ Cheria, they're crablettes of course they're going to be good, goodness. Though Vegeta's short acknowledgement of the godliness of crablettes is a bit surprising. ]

You're supposed to say thank you. [ She's so helpful. Glancing at Cheria to make sure that's correct. ]

Right, Cheria?

[dreamchasing]

Right. Very good, Sophie.

[ YES, MY LITTLE GIRL IS USING HER MANNERS--wait what. She then looks back toward Vegeta. ]

So, then ... if you're back here again, then is there anyone who might want to know you've returned? I'm sure we could get in contact with them ...

[saiyan_prince]

I can get in contact with them myself.

[The prince of all Saiyans thanks no one unless he damn well feels like it! He'd been considering saying thank you, but them trying to push it on him automatically makes him want to not do it. Letting out a grunt, he stands and dusts some of the drying salt off his chest and starts for the door. He needs to get some clothes, and NOT that thing Bulma gave him.]

[lucentpalisade]

[ Sophie nods to herself, but when there is none that comes from Vegeta, she simply shrugs. Whatever, dude, he obviously didn't have any manners! Gosh! Glancing between the two curiously, she tilts her head. ]

You're leaving?

[dreamchasing]

[ She's just trying to teach her daughter Sophie some manners, gosh. :| But hey, whatever, rude guy.

And Sophie, we can't keep him. He's not like Tiger. ]

All right. Is there anything else you need? Sophie and I can try to help you as much as we can in getting used to this place again.

[saiyan_prince]

I can handle myself.

[He finishes making his way to the door, pausing to speak awkwardly without turning to look at either of them again.]

I appreciate the offer.

[And the food. This is his version of thank you. That much said, he walks out entirely.]