<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374</id><updated>2011-07-30T05:18:02.506-07:00</updated><category term='Vegeta'/><category term='Mcdonald&apos;s'/><category term='X-23'/><category term='Wolverine'/><category term='Darkseid'/><category term='Zod'/><title type='text'>The Saiyan King's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>I am the King of all Saiyans!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>545</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-3394015523708439873</id><published>2010-04-26T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T00:19:43.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>return home again, again</title><content type='html'>The portal from Mirai's reality to my normal one left me a bit flustered. You see it's hot like spring unseasonal for this time of year in West City. Bulma , Bra, and Trunks look to be as confused as I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrug it's probably , an unseasonal warm snap, will make the New Year's party pretty interesting. Either way I have finally gotten Mirai out of my house, and back in his own timeline only one more to go, and the house will be kid free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ears perk at the sound of battle a few blocks away. Bulma gives me a weird look. " Oh come on Vegeta you've just gotten back from a battle." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smirk. " I'm a saiyan woman, you knew that when we first got together I love to fight." I fly over to where I hear the sounds of battle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find at the scene Vincent who's been given a beatdown from some alien warrior. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/S9Z1BDcrgNI/AAAAAAAABHA/rxxeVqN2EkE/s1600/alien-muscle-jason-kasper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 93px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/S9Z1BDcrgNI/AAAAAAAABHA/rxxeVqN2EkE/s320/alien-muscle-jason-kasper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464683858826592466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" People of Earth! I have have beaten your mightiest warrior the King of Saiyans! As part of the new Galactic Law I now rule the Earth!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who came up with that? Let me guess some Bureaucrat thought it'd be a good idea to stop galactic wars, and blood shed sounds pretty dumb if you ask me. I guess the green freak hears my laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Another Saiyan? I have defeated your king. Do not interfere." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Fool! That is my Son, And yes he may be strong but he's no where near the strongest on this planet! Kal-El The one they call Superman, The green beast called the Hulk, The clownish excuse for a saiyan Kakarot, that clowns children, my older children, and I , and several others are far, far stronger than the boy Vincent. Also you're wrong about one oher thing..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's that?" he spits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I AM THE KING OF ALL SAIYANS!" I declare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Then you will be the one I crush I Velto the greatest warrior in the Galaxy!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The so called "Great Warrior" leads with his face, and gets my fist in it. I transform while he's complaining, and elbow him in the guts.I don't let up for a second, he wants to to take over my planet? Bah! I'll show him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes of relentless beating He finally yells stop I yield!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Who says I do though ? HAHAHHAHAHA! BIG BANG ..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fear finally show in those black eyes. " I Yield stop STOP!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grin " ATTACK!" You see I only put enough on the blast to screw him up not enough to kill him if he gets medical attention that is. " Foolish creature, tell any who want to rule Earth that they will have to face the wrath of Vegeta now leave my world!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lackeys come , and pull the battered being into a ship, an they leave I look down disapprovingly at my boy. " You let that beat you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well dad I was beating him, but I became cocky, and let him hit me with some attack...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn he gets that honest, the beatings I took from Freeza, and Cell was because of my cockiness. I don't let that show as I say. " And King of Saiyans? What's that about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" We thought you were dead dad, you've been gone for months since after Christmas." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I'm about to ask him if he's been hit too hard, Trunks Flies up with a news paper. " He right Father. It's April now!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it Mirai not only sent us through space but through time too, good work boy. Idiot must get it from Bulma's side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-3394015523708439873?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/3394015523708439873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=3394015523708439873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/3394015523708439873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/3394015523708439873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2010/04/return-home-again-again.html' title='return home again, again'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/S9Z1BDcrgNI/AAAAAAAABHA/rxxeVqN2EkE/s72-c/alien-muscle-jason-kasper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-6264943634675195472</id><published>2010-03-23T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:01:28.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Mirai.</title><content type='html'>Bulma opened up a portal to the peice. of crap world That Mirai has been teleported to.  We left Behind Vincent, and Vella. Since One, In case we all die  there will be some royal family left, besides Cabain, that pansy won't get the throne unlunless there is no saiyan left.. and two well I don't think their skills are all that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So Me, Trunks, Bra, and for some reason Bulma  who just had to come step out from our Universe to into a  dump. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Look at the devastation " Bulma gasps.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hmph It's as bad as I can do ." I brag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bulma grunts " This isn't a contest." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Trunks moans " Mom, Dad Can we just find Mirai, and leave ?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bra laughs. " What are you afraid big bad Saiyan Prince?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Well unlike you  I don't have the option of showing my underwear to evil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Quiet Children!" I snarl.  " I find the boy's power level  Which is harder than normal not just because of the bickering, but because of the fact Trunks, and Mirai are identical. It  Makes things confusing But i suppose it helps theat there are only a few thousand people left on this ...where ever it is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But I found Him, and I pick up Bulma, ( because I'm sure as Hell not leaving her alone out here.)  and fly towards Mirai's Ki, the kids follow me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2010/02/mirai-sometimes-you-can-go-home-again.html"&gt;We found him, An older version of Bulma a nother Cabain, and an older version of Batgirl in a ruined looking  version of Capsule Corp. Mirai was kissing , and groping on older Cass, this disturbed Trunks.  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " This is gross knowing she's our brother's girlfriend back home." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Bah! I've walked in on you doing worse."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " You really need to learn to knock"  he growls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mirai explained that this shithole is his reality of origin the time line we avoided by his trip through time all those years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; While is still a bit suspicious, it doesn't stop her from showing off baby pictures of Bra, and pictures of the other two. It didn't stop this reality's Cabain, was gushing all over me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Think I prefer the one in my reality that hates me. Asfter I pry myself away from the gushing,  Mirai tells me of his encounter with a robot tht is like a maniler Freeza.  Sounds like Cooler b back when he was a cyborg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Before I could regale Mirai with the tale of how, me, and the Clown Kakarot defeated  Meta Cooler, and the Big Gete Star,  The  front door  is destroyed, and in walks these things.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/S6mabitoqNI/AAAAAAAABG4/XMiO3rRrnLA/s1600-h/super_meta_cooler_by_cromas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 78px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/S6mabitoqNI/AAAAAAAABG4/XMiO3rRrnLA/s320/super_meta_cooler_by_cromas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452058621874055378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TBC In Trunks' blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-6264943634675195472?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/6264943634675195472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=6264943634675195472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/6264943634675195472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/6264943634675195472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2010/03/finding-mirai.html' title='Finding Mirai.'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/S6mabitoqNI/AAAAAAAABG4/XMiO3rRrnLA/s72-c/super_meta_cooler_by_cromas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-3303501037891404523</id><published>2009-12-21T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T02:19:17.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware of Christmas cookies</title><content type='html'>So I was at the Capsule Corp Christmas Party, and was annoyed that Bulma had locked herself in her lab, after all this complaining about how I had to get out of my Gravity Room, and make an appearance. Bah!  &lt;a href="http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2009/12/mirai-sometimes-you-can-go-home-again.html"&gt;Seems Mirai vanished. &lt;/a&gt; Bah! He’s a big boy he can take care of himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As I mingled with people I don't care about at all, until I smelt a stench wafting across the room. Great, the female rodent. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SzCEj6o1gZI/AAAAAAAABGY/-5AGdgRrkw8/s1600-h/laura-dressedtokill.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SzCEj6o1gZI/AAAAAAAABGY/-5AGdgRrkw8/s320/laura-dressedtokill.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417976104297529746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Are we gonna have problems bub?"  Aw isn't that cute she's trying to imitate her whatever Logan is to her. No really it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Are you sleeping with one of my kids?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No" She States curtly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrug "then we have no problem."  She goes over to my children's little friends and very close to the blond speedster boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I then looked in on the kitchen, and saw this.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SzCU4gYlGtI/AAAAAAAABGg/EHXt9bzfowQ/s1600-h/cASS+COOK.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SzCU4gYlGtI/AAAAAAAABGg/EHXt9bzfowQ/s320/cASS+COOK.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417994050213321426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Cassandra, and Vincent cooking... wait a second this could be  dangerous.  I turn to the gang of teenagers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Hey Blonde Girl!" I yell she gives me this little look. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SzCW78YxUNI/AAAAAAAABGo/yiFk8-uRQ8w/s1600-h/Steph+Brown.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SzCW78YxUNI/AAAAAAAABGo/yiFk8-uRQ8w/s320/Steph+Brown.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417996308293177554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I have a name you know!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes but you’re not important enough for me to remember It." she grumbles at that.  “Look Your Cassandra's friend; does she know how to cook?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No all she can do is crack skulls I thought Vincent was going to make those Christmas cookies!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me, Vella, Bra, And Trunks all look at each other. “Um Vincent can't cook either in fact he once blew up a microwave trying to make popcorn." Bra warns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So when the kids come out with cookies we all hide them I accidentally drop two on the floor some bounce, and others crash through the floor. How does that happen? I'd have thought they would all have been made with the same ingredients. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; From the smell alone the guests didn't eat them but there was one person who was dumb enough to not only eat his cookies, but sniff out, and find everyone else's. You can probably already guess who that was.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SzCauG6LYmI/AAAAAAAABGw/7FdThl5hKVM/s1600-h/cookies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SzCauG6LYmI/AAAAAAAABGw/7FdThl5hKVM/s320/cookies.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418000468645995106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Guests started making excuses to leave early but we all know it was to escape the cookies. Bulma walks in soon after, and says she has traced where Mirai has vanished to.  I’m all ready to go if it means  being far away from those damned confections.   Don’t want to Get my stomach pumped like Kakarot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So remember if a kid that look like me with blue eyes accompanied by a dark haired  girl offers you Christmas cookies just say no, and run screaming.  Oh, and one more thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-3303501037891404523?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/3303501037891404523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=3303501037891404523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/3303501037891404523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/3303501037891404523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2009/12/beware-of-christmas-cookies.html' title='Beware of Christmas cookies'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SzCEj6o1gZI/AAAAAAAABGY/-5AGdgRrkw8/s72-c/laura-dressedtokill.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-500904313370193975</id><published>2009-12-10T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T02:55:39.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vella:confused</title><content type='html'>I tracked down Jason well not really tracked down since I can read his ki and, fly to him. Of course he's in trouble again. Escaping from prison, and boy does he look different.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SyHYe-dGIbI/AAAAAAAAAKE/JwvQh1vwso4/s1600-h/Jason+red.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SyHYe-dGIbI/AAAAAAAAAKE/JwvQh1vwso4/s320/Jason+red.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413846253748756914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I almost didn't think it was him with the red hair, and really goofy costume." So what are you going to put me back in the pen?  he asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I'd never do that, look why did you send me that necklace? Do you want to get back together?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smirks and that's his only answer.  “Jay I can't not with you shooting heroes, and a little kid!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He growls “I didn't shoot Damien! That's what this is about? You know people from other realties were running around like crazy at that time Bats caught my doppelganger, Look I just use lethal force against  scum not the good guys! I'm not like I was when I first got out of the Lazarus Pit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Alternate Universe really that's your excuse?" I shake my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Oh that's nice, you don't trust me, why should you be any different? Look go to the JLA Satellite you'll see Bruce locked my other self in there now I gotta get scarce."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I Flew to the Satellite, and well phased right in using my ring.  The only one in there was Hawkman, and he was trying to hit a cock roach with his mace, he didn't even notice me. I wandered around until I sensed a familiar ki.  It was Jason but not. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SyH0kgWgsKI/AAAAAAAAAKM/yIAqNbAruow/s1600-h/Bat+Jason.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SyH0kgWgsKI/AAAAAAAAAKM/yIAqNbAruow/s320/Bat+Jason.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413877135072866466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He babbled about Superboy Prime and all this junk he seemed to know me, but I'm not sure.  Any way Jay… Mine any way wasn't lying or at least told a half truth. I guess I could try to read his mind but I don't want to see that clown beating him with a crowbar again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I asked pretty much everyone what I should do.    A lot of people said I should stay away from Jason he's an irredeemable psycho. Others' said I should go back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dad chuckled and said Jason reminded him of him at that age... that's not good daddy killed whole populations full of planets at that age...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Layra says something like “Why are ya askin' me fer I'm worse at relationships than you are bub Snikt bub Snikt!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well it was something like that any way.  Jon the IG Said I should let him borrow my GL ring. Not sure how that helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well I got invited by Wonder Woman to some  Winter Festival Thingy on Paradise Island I guess I could take Jason along and see where it goes, well Cass wants All of Legacy to on some kind of mission Maybe I'll get to hit something that'll make feel better.. What? I am half saiyan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-500904313370193975?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/500904313370193975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=500904313370193975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/500904313370193975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/500904313370193975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2009/12/vellaconfused.html' title='Vella:confused'/><author><name>Vella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11805328909199769672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/R5MM30t8M_I/AAAAAAAAACc/gTGZmHI8XXg/S220/Vella+Lantern.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SyHYe-dGIbI/AAAAAAAAAKE/JwvQh1vwso4/s72-c/Jason+red.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-6076600754379398968</id><published>2009-11-02T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:46:29.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy late Halloween</title><content type='html'>Well I am now making the Galaxy nervous controlling over 100,000 beings that can destroy planets Ah it's so good to have the saiyan name feared again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, Capsule Corp had it's Halloween party, and it was another one of those boring social occasions I usually loathe, but this one had something funny happen. You see Bulma attacked The Red Hood. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Su_ddtF5ObI/AAAAAAAABGQ/ZC6iomdrLXQ/s1600-h/Bulma+Machine+gun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 121px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Su_ddtF5ObI/AAAAAAAABGQ/ZC6iomdrLXQ/s320/Bulma+Machine+gun.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399777980630776242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see she doesn't like Red Hood, and doesn't want him around our youngest daughter. Me on the other hand I like the kid think he's tough. It;s not like I min Vella's infatuation with Superboy, I kind of worry any offspring Kon'd create would be as stupid as he is since he is a clone created from two men, it's kind of doubtful he can father children really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm digressing. What's really funny s that for all Bulma's Supposed "genius" she didn't notice " Red Hood" was three feet tall. Yes she shot at a trick or treater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her night in jail did nothing to cool her off, good thing her parents paid off the kid's mother.is it wrong that I find the whole thing hilarious?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-6076600754379398968?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/6076600754379398968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=6076600754379398968&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/6076600754379398968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/6076600754379398968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-late-halloween.html' title='Happy late Halloween'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Su_ddtF5ObI/AAAAAAAABGQ/ZC6iomdrLXQ/s72-c/Bulma+Machine+gun.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-8364050295159699998</id><published>2009-10-24T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T20:04:00.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's my blog birthday</title><content type='html'>Yes it is once again my blog birthday.  And I told everyone. The clown Kakarot&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SuOpJpapRsI/AAAAAAAABFY/KwZCICVZSbM/s1600-h/Goku+zoned.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SuOpJpapRsI/AAAAAAAABFY/KwZCICVZSbM/s320/Goku+zoned.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396342761721513666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; didn't seem to understand it.  “Wow! You’re still doing that? I haven't updated mine in wow a long time!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Bah! That's because you have the attention span, of a gnat on speed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I went around telling my children Trunks didn't care Bra was too busy shopping for shoes, she already has two dozen pairs how many does she need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vincent asked “How come you weren’t this excited about mine, and Vella's birthday a couple of days ago?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just roll my eyes at that Vella ate a bunch of sugar and was yammering something at a mile a minute so I doubt she'd appreciate the news, and Mirai was doing something odd  staring at Cassandra Cain in the Legacy Building  through his window. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SuOrhMPPCXI/AAAAAAAABFg/g9K2DuV4oGQ/s1600-h/Cass+wakes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SuOrhMPPCXI/AAAAAAAABFg/g9K2DuV4oGQ/s320/Cass+wakes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396345365229144434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "The Hell?" I shout.&lt;br /&gt;  “You’re going to talk about the age thing again father? Look Vincent doesn’t treat her right I can if she'd give me the chance but... ahhh I can't talk to you when you’re  judging me like this!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay that was weird. And a little ironic after the whole Galen/ Justice thing in the other reality. Suppose there is something to this "karma" stuff Bulma keeps babbling about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I decided to forget about  Mirai's new odd personality trait And tell the Namek Piccolo about my Blog Birthday &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SuOwEbSulHI/AAAAAAAABFo/gQ3y0QuzTYg/s1600-h/piccolo_2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SuOwEbSulHI/AAAAAAAABFo/gQ3y0QuzTYg/s320/piccolo_2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396350368612258930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Nice to know you have no life Vegeta!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So after I beat the living crap out of him I fly around the world until I find Tien , and Chiatzou. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SuOzg04BTuI/AAAAAAAABFw/GRy6--sp3TA/s1600-h/Tien+Chiatzou.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 147px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SuOzg04BTuI/AAAAAAAABFw/GRy6--sp3TA/s320/Tien+Chiatzou.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396354155050782434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " We don't care Vegeta now if you excuse us  we're want to go back to spending long hours together in the woods alone where no one can see us." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ew. That's... well I've never flown away from anywhere faster in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide to go to the new Saiyan home world where Bulma is trying to grow the bottle city, and remind her; well she's less than caring. "Vegeta I have to run go through all these calculations, and double check them if I don't then the bottle city will explode instead of expand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She types in something into a computer, and she fires this ray gun she was holding, then the city grows to the size of a normal city.  All the newly grown saiyans stumble around greeted by the saiayns that I've already been ruling for the last year or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Greetings I am Vegeta the Second! King of all Saiyans! Now I know you're confused but we you are now back to your normal sizes! We shall celebrate... my blog's birthday...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One raises his hand “Sire? What's a blog?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Before I can answer this fat saiyan gets up into my face. “I was the ruler   of these people  I lord Onio! I became a Super saiyan in the bottle I am the strongest fighter in the Universe! I challenge you for king ship of the saiyan race!"  Lord? I hope that’s a given title, and he’s not related to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This skanky looking saiyan woman yells “Yes my husband crush that midget!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He then transforms.   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SuO5zMpwIwI/AAAAAAAABF4/B2OunJ4E2l0/s1600-h/Fat+saiyan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SuO5zMpwIwI/AAAAAAAABF4/B2OunJ4E2l0/s320/Fat+saiyan.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396361067740799746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And then he does this.   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SuO6HAxcBqI/AAAAAAAABGA/b0G-GMLWr6s/s1600-h/Fat+saiyan+pose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SuO6HAxcBqI/AAAAAAAABGA/b0G-GMLWr6s/s320/Fat+saiyan+pose.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396361408149194402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yeah... I have no idea what that was supposed to be. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SuO7YhMm-0I/AAAAAAAABGI/Zh7CeI2uKZM/s1600-h/cels0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SuO7YhMm-0I/AAAAAAAABGI/Zh7CeI2uKZM/s320/cels0135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396362808422497090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As you can see I instinctually became an SS4 I regain my composure. “Well that level is impressive. Or at least it was when I achieved it decades ago." I flick him with my finger smashing him into a mountain that crumbles onto him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He digs his way out holding his head then he bows. “I surrender my king." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; His wife shouts at him " You're not the strongest in the Universe I want a divorce! She then turns to me   Are you seeing anyone?" Wow. Talk about shallow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bulma gets in between us “Yes he is!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At this moment the saiyans from the bottle, and the colonies who already knew me began chanting my name.  I ask for silence. “That’s all very good, but now how will we celebrate my blog's birthday eh?"     &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Silence. Bah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-8364050295159699998?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/8364050295159699998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=8364050295159699998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/8364050295159699998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/8364050295159699998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-my-blog-birthday.html' title='it&apos;s my blog birthday'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SuOpJpapRsI/AAAAAAAABFY/KwZCICVZSbM/s72-c/Goku+zoned.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-7854099213721311384</id><published>2009-10-19T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:27:58.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell is going on.</title><content type='html'>I've pretty much stopped reacting to things that do not jive with my memories. I've realized that if I  kept doing so everyone would think I've lost my mind, and I'd end up in a nut house, or killed by one of my kids who decided to become ambitious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yeah right, they've been too coddled by their mother to try, and strike me.  That's disappointing really.   Anyway, if this is my reality, there's nothing I can do about it, and I'll have to live with the changes, if it's not, well my Bulma will likely find me soon enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vella is being annoying ,&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/St1rolF0VRI/AAAAAAAABE4/PyhUnvCgvCk/s1600-h/Vella+x-uniform.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/St1rolF0VRI/AAAAAAAABE4/PyhUnvCgvCk/s320/Vella+x-uniform.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394586273555174674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she keeps asking me what I'm going to get her for her, and Vincent's bitrthday this  Thursday. I keep telling her since it's her 18th I'm going to kick her out on her lazy back side, some reason she giggles like she thinks I'm kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bah! One good thing about Vincent is he moved out into that Legacy HQ, and trunks has his own place, but Bra,  Mirai, and Vella still live here, and I want them out! Of course Bulma will want them to stay as long as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I growl as Vincent wanders up to me&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/St1sB0SIXSI/AAAAAAAABFA/yIuiRMwmBFM/s1600-h/Vincent.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 70px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/St1sB0SIXSI/AAAAAAAABFA/yIuiRMwmBFM/s320/Vincent.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394586707130080546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; " So pop you wanted to see me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yes You're getting lazy, not training, and only fighting when your little  friends go out  playing superhero."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Well excuse me dad if I'd rather spar with an attractive woman that you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That woman of yours isn't strong enough to push you to new levels!" I argue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He snorts. “I’m already one of the strongest people my age, why would I need to get stronger?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Because boy, Conner Kent gets stronger each day just by being in the sun and now apparently the Hulk has a son you need to keep up, and surpass them."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He just laughs, and walks off, and he wonders why I picked Trunks as my heir. I stalk to my Gravity Room, cursing how all my children seem to get this slacker attitude, when I sense something is off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I don't know what it is but it’s something. Then this odd smoke starts filling the room, and a man with no face leaps out from it. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/St1q4uO1U6I/AAAAAAAABEw/HRQT9d5VzO0/s1600-h/Q.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/St1q4uO1U6I/AAAAAAAABEw/HRQT9d5VzO0/s320/Q.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394585451375186850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “The Universe has changed!" he raves.  “And you're the only one that benefits from all the changes!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He tries to strangle me without any success. I back hand the crackpot. “Look Question I'm in the dark as you are!" Like how did this person get past all the security, and my ki sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He pulls a gun, and fires I grab the bullet out of the air, and quickly realize I'm bleeding.  "Adamantium." The Question brags.  Damn that mans Logan actually could cut me with those claws if he put more force behind them, disconcerting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My speed closes the gap in between us, and I grab the Question by the neck. As I'm about to put an end to him I sense this odd ki. I shatter the Question's gun, and follow the ki to it's source, and then I have to ask “Okay, why is there, a bald man, in a skirt in my living room?"  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/St12tnGmSBI/AAAAAAAABFI/yaB5vtgjdM8/s1600-h/Watcher.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/St12tnGmSBI/AAAAAAAABFI/yaB5vtgjdM8/s320/Watcher.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394598454622570514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "The Watcher!" The Question blurts out, me I've heard rumors of such a being if they are true why the Hell is it in my living room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay Watcher what are you doing here?"  I demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am here to see your decision."  He responds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eh?"  Is all  I can say in answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You are two of the few beings in this Universe that know it was recreated, I am curious to see how you’ll use this information."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “How did this happen?" the Question um questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " A piece of his son Mirai's psyche, that had gotten it's own  body used the Dragon Balls. To erase events it did not like, this with other retcons destroyed the fabric of reality, and it rebuilt itself differently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I always knew using the Dragon Balls would lead to something like this." The Question whines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Okay how come we remember the old reality?" I ask.  Already getting bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Beacuse you Vegeta, have constantly traveled through time or dimensions so often, that you actually have memories of alternate versions o yourself, for example you met your wife on Namek, but you remember meeting her before that, that never happened in this reality before or after the changes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; His voice is so damn monotone I almost fall asleep twice during his long explanation. “So why does faceless here still remember the old reality?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “He has perceptions that go beyond the normal." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think about that for a second... "In other words he's completely insane ... got it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Insanity is only behavior that society deems inappropriate." Question chimes in. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Keep telling yourself that nutbar." I laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But the Watcher doesn't leave he keeps staring at me... being creepy. " Okay what?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What will you do about the universe?  Try to turn it back, or leave it alone?"  The bald man in dress asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I have a bottle city full of saiyans about to make me a galactic power, Father never invaded Earth meaning saiyans are like more that Kryptonians.  I'm apparently not related to Justice, meaning I have no obligation to be in the Corru War,which means less saiyans have died. Finally Bra isn't married to that boy Goten who isn't even worthy to lick her boots, I like this new reality, and I'll kill whoever tries to put it back." I glare at the Question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The Universe probably shouldn't be retconned again, next time dinosaurs could rule the Earth or immoral sociopath Space Monkeys."  The Question says before giving a look, I throw a vase that used to be owned by Bulma's grandmother at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Leave my home!" The Wathcher vanishes, and  Question wanders off muttering things to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bulma  skips in cheerfully " Vegeta! I'm able to grow the saiyans back to normal size... grandma's vase? What did you do?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Great after all that annoyance from the Question I have to listen to Bulma gripe now... this just isn't my day. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/St6ZwmopW6I/AAAAAAAABFQ/l9wrd6h_fKI/s1600-h/Mirai%27s+nightmare.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/St6ZwmopW6I/AAAAAAAABFQ/l9wrd6h_fKI/s320/Mirai%27s+nightmare.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394918463920233378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-7854099213721311384?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/7854099213721311384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=7854099213721311384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/7854099213721311384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/7854099213721311384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-hell-is-going-on.html' title='What the hell is going on.'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/St1rolF0VRI/AAAAAAAABE4/PyhUnvCgvCk/s72-c/Vella+x-uniform.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-8185748754342697218</id><published>2009-09-22T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T02:26:09.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>City in a bottle</title><content type='html'>So I've been on New Krypton for a few days. I can't stand this place. It's freaking cold nothing grows it's a damn ice planet. Oh and the people are the most xenophobic race that I've ever met I know we saiyans are pretty arrogant but theses people take it to a whole new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not sure what I was expecting Krypton blew up when I was a child I suppose I thought they were all boy scouts like Kal-El. Couldn't further from the truth.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've spent these last few days sifting through all the ki here all the Kryptonians are like noise with their high power levels. Finally I sense some alien levels, Can’t see if there's any saiyan but at least I have a place to start looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was a  huge skyscraper with Kryptonian chicken scratch scrawled all over it. I wander in and two solders try to tell me I’m not allowed inside. A couple of nerve strikes persuade them to change their minds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I walk down this circular sterile looking hall way. I mean this place reminds me of a hospital. After wandering around I'm confronted by this big Kryptonian. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SrHVSMHWaLI/AAAAAAAABEQ/tG9qmoG8RgE/s1600-h/generalzod2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SrHVSMHWaLI/AAAAAAAABEQ/tG9qmoG8RgE/s320/generalzod2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382317538150869170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You are with the Art Guild you don t belong here! Only members of the science guild, and Military!  That explains this goofy costume... I guess.  “Now kneel Before Zod!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Excuse me" I grunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Kneel before Zod!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; First off I'm a king I don't bow to anyone, and second I'm a little afraid he wants me to do what Bulma does in that position. So I kick him in “Little Zod" Suppose he didn't expect a so called "Artist" to be able to hurt him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If he knew I was a fighter he'd probably be a tougher opponent.  But hey, I like  using the cheap shots, Well I'm evil sort of.  While doubled over in pain I slam my knee into his face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He saw my tail and exclaimed " Balding... Saiyan bastard!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Balding? What the Hell I AM NOT BALDING!"  I shout punching this Zod character in the face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I hide him in a storage closet, and follow the alien Kis to the bottle cities.   The room was filled with plethora of bottles many shapes, and sizes. Looking through them I see various alien species I thought extinct, even some of them I had a hand in making extinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Finally I see one bottle with the people inside blasting each other and just fighting,. Yes that is my people, and estimate that there are say a few thousand of them in there. Once I figure out how to re grow them to their full size I'll be a true power in the galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And at that moment while I was fantasizing about the galaxy's great powers quaking in their boots at the  thought of  a return of the saiyans alarms started blazing breaking me out of my day dream I smashed through the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Suddenly a group of Kryptonians surrounded me. I grin at them all “Red Solar Flare!"  It only weakens them for a bout a second, but a second is all I need to knock them out but then even more appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't keep doing the  Red Solar Flare I'll run o out of ki  long before I run out of Kryptonians, All the sudden the bastards surrounding me  re knocked down by lightining bolts, that actually hurt them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Magic so that means either Thor, or...yes I guessed right. Mirai flanked by Vincent. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Srh7o9M7dRI/AAAAAAAABEY/LR_GSyiDaHY/s1600-h/Mirai+Vince.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Srh7o9M7dRI/AAAAAAAABEY/LR_GSyiDaHY/s320/Mirai+Vince.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384189298075202834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  " Tell me Father what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?" Mirai chides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I shake my head. " Oh! he finally comes out of his room! the great and powerful Mirai Trunks Briefs has finally stopped brooding about his wife, and kids, and has decided to grace us with his presence." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He gives me this look like I've suddenly grown an arm out of my fore head. " father, I've never been married, and I certainly have never had any children I use condoms unlike some."   He gives Vincent a stare.  Not sure if if that was directed at me for spawning Vincent, or the boy himself.  "  I'll open a portal with Stormcutter maybe you should have mother check your head for injuries Father."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Bah! I think it's you who has the brain injuries boy!"  I growl Vincent stares at The Kryptonians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Hey Dad doesn't this remind you when we me, and Vel were seven and you sicced us after that alien invasion.  Man we were so scared!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  That never happened; the twins were about seven for about five minutes.  " Hey!" Mirai shouts stop going down memory lane, and get into the damn portal before we're charbroiled by a hundred thousand Kryptonians!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Heh that's my boy.   We jump through the portal and out at Capsule Corp, and I'm greeted by Bulma that's normal, but last time I checked Bulma's parents were dead. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SriEMVeeHYI/AAAAAAAABEg/BWC0nY4rwq8/s1600-h/Bulma%27s+parents..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SriEMVeeHYI/AAAAAAAABEg/BWC0nY4rwq8/s320/Bulma%27s+parents..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384198701979671938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Meh then again I’ve come back from the dead several times now. What really bothers me is the pat on my back from someone  else. “Well son seems you've put another impressive deed on your list. That bottle your holing does have some more of our people in it right? " &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SriHMqffTYI/AAAAAAAABEo/4oUrB2cX284/s1600-h/King+Vegeta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SriHMqffTYI/AAAAAAAABEo/4oUrB2cX284/s320/King+Vegeta.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384202006155971970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Father!" I growl “Is this another one of your plans to take the kingship form me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Son  I gave you the kingship after you showed your power fighting that monster destroying the saiyan colonies." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh, and you're going to tell me you lead an invasion of Earth!" I accuse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No... I did not.  Son are you okay?" He frowns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “Yeah grandpa he's been acting weird ever since we picked him up from New Krypton." Vincent chimes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Hmmm maybe those fiends did something to him." Father rubs his beard. "I wish your sister wasn't so enamored with a Kryptonian clone." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Eh Vella has always had a bit of a crush on Kon-El. Surprised me when she  started dating Jason Todd."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hmm well that's the same at least. What the hell?  Am I in another universe?  No that makes no sense. Another Crisis?  Hmmm I'd better stop acting odd, before I have an idea what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I start walking through the house.  And see pictures of   Bra, and Trunks as kids  that's normal but I also see pictures of Vincent , and Vella as children. Not just of the small time they were infants But of fishing trips , and  spelling bees, elementary school graduations and stuff that never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly there was none with HS, Justice, or Vampirella.  Hmmm could Dracula have done this? Seems them being non existant or at least not in our lives is a bit suspicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I see Cassandra flit by sticking to the shadows for whatever reason. It could be she senses my agitation, and wants to avoid me.  Well she's still here.  I decided to look through Bulma's records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I find Vincent, and Vella's birth certificates.  It says they were born over seventeen years ago almost eighteen. Plus the day I married  Mirai, to Vampirella  on that day nothing happened according to the records but even better Bra, and Goten never married either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Papa you alright?"   Bra asks as if on cue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes I suppose what happened between you, and Goten?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Bah! I dumped that slacker years ago Papa we only dated for a little while.  You were right about him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She never married that loser!  I don't have grandchildren that share that Clown's DNA!  There's only one thing to do in a case like this THE HAPPY DANCE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/?action=view&amp;current=vegetadance.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/vegetadance.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I maybe in the Twilight Zone, but some good came out of it. Hmmm still I’d like to know what's going on. I wonder if those rumors about this being that sees everything in the Universe are true?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-8185748754342697218?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/8185748754342697218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=8185748754342697218&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/8185748754342697218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/8185748754342697218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2009/09/city-in-bottle.html' title='City in a bottle'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SrHVSMHWaLI/AAAAAAAABEQ/tG9qmoG8RgE/s72-c/generalzod2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-966756798888973961</id><published>2009-08-04T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T02:07:19.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing rodents and bottle cities.</title><content type='html'>I told Logan I would get my revenge, and I have. He was breaking speed limits while laughing at something on his motorcycle. I blasted his gas tank and after the ensuing devastation all that was left of him was a shiny skeleton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk through the flames as I would through water towards the metallic bones. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Snj7Dja9wDI/AAAAAAAABEA/FI3wOABWZwI/s1600-h/+Vegeta+Logan+blown+up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Snj7Dja9wDI/AAAAAAAABEA/FI3wOABWZwI/s320/+Vegeta+Logan+blown+up.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366314994478465074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Fool! You thought to humiliate the King of all saiyans! You made me do your dirty work killing those furries! Now I'll..." I stopped talking when I realised he had no ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stared at the bones now Orange looking from reflecting flames I realised this wouldn't kill him. I've seen Logan in this state before, and he was up and talking in a few minutes, in fact it'll take just a few more hours to heal than that time he was torn apart by the Hulk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to try a little experiment. I tossed the bones into the sun if he can come back from that, the only way I can see him killing him would be an atom smasher. Not that it matters if he comes back he should know I'm not a being to mess with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah! it's too bad I was content to let the truce between us go on until he pulled that crap wit h well the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew back to Capsule Corp, when I return I find a young saiyan probably only a few years older than Vincent, and Vella, but a little younger than Bra slouching on mt door shuffling his feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Boy what do you want!" I demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" M.. Master" he mutters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cringe at that word since it's one Bulma likes to use during... why am I telling you this? Any I grunt. " Your Majesty will do, or King Vegeta What do you want boy?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well I volunteered to speak to you... um." More like his regiment volunteered him I'd bet. " Well there's rumors that one of the saiyan colonies wasn't destroyed by Broly, but was stolen by Brainiac, and turned into a bottle city." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Okay and..." I ask &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Brainac's ship was destroyed by the Kryptonian that dares to call himself Superman, and all of the bottle cities are on New Krypton." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea what to think of that. These are rumours spread by people who have way too much time on their hands between battles, but on thee other hand the Kryptonians are snotty enough to hold my people prisoner. All because "Saiyans are animals who do nothing but destroy, and pillage." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah whatever. Maybe I should at least explore the possibility. With only a hundred saiyans around unless more of them start liking humans well the new saiyan home world is going to look like those old hillbilly movies in a few generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the prospect of of ruling the rednecks of the cosmos, and who knows there might be a supersaiyan in the bunch although that's highly unlikely. Problem is I just can't fly to New Krypton , and demand the bottle city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's 100,000 beings there that as powerful as at least an ss4. I'll have to be something I'm not usually, subtle. Lucky for me most of my powers fit the Kryptonian mode I can even fake heat vision. My tail is not much of a problem since I can hide it under my cape. My hair though marks me as a saiyan, I'm going to have to cut it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my clothes well I'll have to wear Kryptonian clothes.Good thing for me I have Bra to design such a thing, bad thing is the odd Kryptonian habit of wearing underpants outside of their pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Snk-zfmYnoI/AAAAAAAABEI/31z4yKEV8C0/s1600-h/Veg+Kryptonian.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Snk-zfmYnoI/AAAAAAAABEI/31z4yKEV8C0/s320/Veg+Kryptonian.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366389485365403266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look , and feel ridiculous, but this humiliation may be worth it well unless I'm caught then Trunks could get an instant promotion. Not sure that'd be be good, for him or the saiyan race just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-966756798888973961?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/966756798888973961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=966756798888973961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/966756798888973961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/966756798888973961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2009/08/killing-rodents-and-bottle-cities.html' title='Killing rodents and bottle cities.'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Snj7Dja9wDI/AAAAAAAABEA/FI3wOABWZwI/s72-c/+Vegeta+Logan+blown+up.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-6584343570827332145</id><published>2009-07-19T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:01:52.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>I've taken three showers, and I still haven't gotten the smell of old chhese, and crap off of me.  &lt;a href="http://companyapprentice.blogspot.com/2009/07/wolverinetwo-birds-one-stone.html"&gt; you see I was attacked by furries, and something called the Illuminati. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ha! At least the bastards are burning in Hell now. I leave the shower, and the Woman walks up to annoy me. "Vegeta! You still smell I told you that you should use tomato juice!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I am not bathing in tomato juice Bulma!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh I guess someone doesn't want me to him ever again." She growls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well at least that way there will be no more children, not a bad idea."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; She rolls her eyes. "Anyway there's something you need to know about this incident, well you need to watch the television." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I  did as she asked the show that was on was something called &lt;a href="http://companyapprentice.blogspot.com/"&gt; The company Apprentice. &lt;/a&gt; There was some familar face there but nothing really pertaining to me being attacked by weirdoes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was on the screen being having Manure blown into my face by bombs just seconds after being blasted by a damn robot.  Next scene I'm destroying the base of the ones  that attacked me  but  then they zoom out from the destruction to show... &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SmPqpDkXNvI/AAAAAAAABDw/nrk12MSifbk/s1600-h/Wolverine+explosion.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SmPqpDkXNvI/AAAAAAAABDw/nrk12MSifbk/s200/Wolverine+explosion.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360385972554381042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "LOGAAAAAANNNNNNNNN!" I scream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Rodent smiles into the camera, chomps a cigar, and quips “I do so love it when a plan comes together."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Grrrrr. I've been had. I will pay you back Wolverine, mark my words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-6584343570827332145?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/6584343570827332145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=6584343570827332145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/6584343570827332145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/6584343570827332145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2009/07/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SmPqpDkXNvI/AAAAAAAABDw/nrk12MSifbk/s72-c/Wolverine+explosion.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-6936059477084812627</id><published>2009-06-23T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:58:19.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vella: Single again.</title><content type='html'>Apparently word gets around in the Meta human community fast.  First a bunch of saiyans are trying to get me to go out with them... some male some ugh female. I've rejected all of them, for one thing I think they all just want an in to the royal family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That , and apparently Saiyans from outer space don't bathe, well dad and uncle Goku do, but the rest STINK! Maybe only the royal family washes on Planet Vegeta?  Goku was raised on Earth after he landed here as a baby. Or is that Superman?  No wait that's both of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Umm Back on subject what was really disturbing is old guys tried to ask me for dates. First Radditz who eww he's Goku's brother and he's a weak ling I beat him up and tore his hair off he looks funny bald he he. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one was a guy I barley knew I think I met him once or twice, Green Arrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/Sjs6Kwwrx6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZxKfdEwbYhg/s1600-h/Green+Arrow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/Sjs6Kwwrx6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZxKfdEwbYhg/s320/Green+Arrow.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348932938994796450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Um? Aren't you a little old for me?"  I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Age is how only how you feel, and I'd like to know, how do you feel?" he leers at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Um aren't you married?"  I look at him suspiciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " So? That don't mean we can't have a little fun space princess."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then it came to me why he was attracted to me... “You only like me because I'm a Green Lantern like Hal right?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I mean our costumes are pretty similar well they have to be Corps uniform and all. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SjtG0DPzcWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/06kBt6KDPuk/s1600-h/Hal++and+Vel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SjtG0DPzcWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/06kBt6KDPuk/s320/Hal++and+Vel.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348946842471330146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not gay for Hal!" Arrow shouts! "I'll prove it to you!" Arrow runs outside, and kisses my sister in law.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SjtH4pN3vWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/__O_86wcbT8/s1600-h/Cass+yuck.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SjtH4pN3vWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/__O_86wcbT8/s320/Cass+yuck.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348948020894874978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Good thing for him Vincent is off beating up the Twilight Vampire guy... or maybe not Cassie smacked Green Arrow so hard I think his jaw came loose. Then Daddy just wanders by looks down at the screaming Green Arrow then starts kicking him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Hey did you kick GA because he was hitting on me or Cass or both?" I yell to daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He just looks a little surprised, and smirks. “I knew none of that; it's just fun to beat on Green Arrow." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Any way The day went on, and I got more, and more creepy people... (Leave me alone Pan!)  Oh, and Yamcha! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SkBaVOQV4mI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KuuJKXdkEAA/s1600-h/Yamcha+grin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SkBaVOQV4mI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KuuJKXdkEAA/s320/Yamcha+grin.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350375677966541410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He's as old as my mother in fact he dated my mother!! EWWWW! I don't have daddy issues! Oh, and he smells of brimstone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gross! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hmm maybe I should just build a boyfriend robot, and forget men... no I don't want to be a sicko like Magneto, Koma, or Hank Pym.  Well I forget about that for the day, and go to Westchester to pick up X-23 I'm supposed to tutor X-23 in math... so I fly on up there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I take her back To Capsule Corp because I'm always distracted by something at Xavier's school. There's always someone attacking like Juggernaut or Magneto... I can't get through one class without that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SkCfJ5OG17I/AAAAAAAAAI8/lMvu7g6pk_I/s1600-h/Kon+fly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SkCfJ5OG17I/AAAAAAAAAI8/lMvu7g6pk_I/s320/Kon+fly.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350451349643777970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So we were about to California I run in to Kon-El.  “Hey! You gonna to play in that Titans versus  Legacy baseball game?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes!" I giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Cool; see ya there!" he grins and is gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Laura Points “You have drool going down your chin." I wipe my mouth.  “If you like the pretty boy then ya should ask him out." She continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “She’s with Wonder girl, and that's that. Boys are so annoying maybe I can just ignore them, and just take long showers for the rest of my life." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She gives me a look. “Don’t you have a relative that lived thousands of years?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That's a myth..." I start. “but possible I guess. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " That's going to be a lot of long showers. She sniffs the air over Capsule Corp." Somethin' weird is there." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I smell it too, but I sense no power levels.  when I get home I see a  Guy with a  an S Shield  floating  over it At first i think it's Kon but I notice it's Van-El's costume  How did he come back form the dead?  I don't care I have him back!       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I run Up, and hug him then I feel a sharp pain in the top of my skull. I push Him away, and notice hishis face is rotting. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SkC3wFlMLCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/IrbLjEApcU0/s1600-h/Van-El.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SkC3wFlMLCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/IrbLjEApcU0/s320/Van-El.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350478394075917346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You... YOU TRIED TO EAT MY BRAIN!" I scream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I love you Vella... I should be the one to eat your heart, and brain..." he moans right before he gets a kick where his genitals used to be. Apparently he still has enough there to hurt because he slumps down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “YOU TRIED TO EAT MY BRAIN YOU JERK!" I elbow him in the nose and feel my anger taking over For a second all I can see is gold light But I suppress the change into a supersaiyan.. if I do that, I'm likely to tear Van's body apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There may be a chance we can come up with a cure for his clone degeneration, and can wish him back. But it's hard for me not just rip his betraying lungs out I can't believe he tried to eat my brain! Maybe I should just leave him dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Join me darling..." he groans. " in the Black lantern Corps." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “Sorry I like the color green.” I quip before sending a gigantic Ash from Evil Dead construct after him, I can't tell but I think his black ring maybe having a weird effect on my green one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At that moment I hear X Growl. " There's another one."   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SkC9l8cHeQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/foUpCCkOBVE/s1600-h/skull+face+inetia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 102px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SkC9l8cHeQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/foUpCCkOBVE/s320/skull+face+inetia.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350484816893016322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah Inertia not you too!"  I shake my head great my dead ex Boyfriend, and my friend are flesh eating zombies, and I really don't want to destroy their bodies, but I  didn’t want to become  zombie lunch or a zombie myself...  I hate when i get into things like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC in Legacy blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-6936059477084812627?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/6936059477084812627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=6936059477084812627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/6936059477084812627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/6936059477084812627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2009/06/vella-single-again.html' title='Vella: Single again.'/><author><name>Vella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11805328909199769672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/R5MM30t8M_I/AAAAAAAAACc/gTGZmHI8XXg/S220/Vella+Lantern.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/Sjs6Kwwrx6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZxKfdEwbYhg/s72-c/Green+Arrow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-5521563903041239990</id><published>2009-06-07T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:40:12.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know it's beeen a while</title><content type='html'>Yes I've neglected this blog for a while. Mostly I've been training but there have been some odd things that have happened in that time. I think I'll relate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Last week Deadpool somehow got into my house, does no one lock the door around here? Anyway he started heckling me. “Your movie sucked hahahahaha!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I wasn't in that Dragonball movie you pizza faced freak!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He kept laughing and chanting "Sucked! sucked! sucked!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I smirk. “Well not being in the movie means I didn't get the chance to be turned into Baraka like you were Wilson!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That freaked him out. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SiisFiwBN_I/AAAAAAAABBU/xda4HWSgqnU/s1600-h/Deadpool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SiisFiwBN_I/AAAAAAAABBU/xda4HWSgqnU/s400/Deadpool.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343710169102628850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As usual I have no idea what he's talking about.  Luckily he ran out of my home screaming something about a fox paying whatever, he's gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A few days ago the Power Rangers have begun to bug me. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SijI9iPj_AI/AAAAAAAABBc/VHqiK_HlWyo/s1600-h/Power+rangers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SijI9iPj_AI/AAAAAAAABBc/VHqiK_HlWyo/s400/Power+rangers.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343741917364747266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Just what I need more teenagers like the two I spawned weren't enough. Wait a minute the Power Rangers have to be at least in their 30's by now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way for a while they were bothering me about "Helping" me doing something heroic. It became especially annoying when I wanted to eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Will you people leave me alone? I am going to eat lunch!" I demand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “A heroic lunch?"  The pink one asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No a normal lunch."  I respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To fuel your heroic powers” the white one announces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I slap my forehead, and wonder if I just blasted these morons would anybody actually miss them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “The Blue one pipes up.” We will help you in your great virtuous missions it never hurts to help!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I growl “that cartoon has been over for many years do you have to reference it?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Which cartoon?"  He asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I roll my eyes. “Never mind."  I have no idea where these nimrods have gotten their information I'm not really a hero more like I just ignore labels and do what I want.  Rather someone wants to call that good or evil just let them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What these people need is a hero who'd truly virtuous to annoy... I mean assist. I have it!   “I hear Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator needs lots of help! Hurry you can get to Chicago by tonight!"  I advise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s go team!" The red one shouts right in my ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Morphenamanol!" They yell in unison kind of like those blonde kids from that old horror movie where they all had mind powers. Not that it matters they are out of my hair now. Oh and before I forget, Mwhahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The other day I found a brain slug. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SiytaTGmGBI/AAAAAAAABBk/r42Y2JKqbc0/s1600-h/Brain+slug.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 86px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SiytaTGmGBI/AAAAAAAABBk/r42Y2JKqbc0/s400/Brain+slug.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344837525098076178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I thought it'd funny to toss it on Kakarot's head. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SiyuqJt_A5I/AAAAAAAABBs/P1T8czUj0lY/s1600-h/Goku+zoned.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 341px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SiyuqJt_A5I/AAAAAAAABBs/P1T8czUj0lY/s400/Goku+zoned.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344838896968467346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I couldn't tell if it did anything, he had that staring into space look on his face before I tossed the slug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday was a scene out of a bad horror movie a bunch of people i had killed came back as zombies. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Siyzu4zz2LI/AAAAAAAABB0/Atm-ywsQQNE/s1600-h/Zarbon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Siyzu4zz2LI/AAAAAAAABB0/Atm-ywsQQNE/s400/Zarbon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344844475886983346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Zarbon a gay blue henchman of Freeza's that turned into a monster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Siy2FzFQF6I/AAAAAAAABB8/qNjkXgS5mos/s1600-h/Dodoria.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Siy2FzFQF6I/AAAAAAAABB8/qNjkXgS5mos/s400/Dodoria.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344847068509771682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dodoria, a fat servant of Freeza's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Siy23sPwMVI/AAAAAAAABCE/nuMbJYPxzp0/s1600-h/Cui.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 99px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Siy23sPwMVI/AAAAAAAABCE/nuMbJYPxzp0/s400/Cui.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344847925668229458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cui he looks like a catfish,that's about all that's that's worth mentioning about him   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Siy4LdkxAJI/AAAAAAAABCM/8W4gvvniajQ/s1600-h/Nappa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Siy4LdkxAJI/AAAAAAAABCM/8W4gvvniajQ/s400/Nappa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344849364838842514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nappa, I've killed this idiot twice already. You would think he’d realize when he's resurrected to stay way from me well apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Siy4_Teg8FI/AAAAAAAABCU/f5GYt-c-T7c/s1600-h/Jeice.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Siy4_Teg8FI/AAAAAAAABCU/f5GYt-c-T7c/s400/Jeice.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344850255481466962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jeice who for some reason has an Australian accent but is from another planet, never figured that one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Siy6U7fb2yI/AAAAAAAABCc/fHMRVl4fEMc/s1600-h/Pui+Pui.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Siy6U7fb2yI/AAAAAAAABCc/fHMRVl4fEMc/s400/Pui+Pui.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344851726511627042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have no idea who this is. His rotting corpse claimed I have killed him. I   suppose I have to believe him, must not have made that much of an impression on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway I look out of this assemblage of shambling idiots, and smirk. " It must be night of the living dead jobbers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You see when I killed all of these fools I had a fraction of the power I now possess. So I spent about five minutes re-killing them. Odd thing is though that most of them I had vaporized and all of the ones I had killed on Namek should be atoms since the planet it's self exploded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I always thought you needed a body to make a zombie guess not. Strangely they all wore black, and had these black rings on I guess they all wanted to match before trying to eat me for some reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And today I found the brain slug dead I had wondered if something about  kakarot's saiyan blood made him immune to it.  I gave it to Bulma to check out my theory she just glared. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Siy9A6HIABI/AAAAAAAABCk/YrZ-ceR6C_s/s1600-h/Bulma+mad..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Siy9A6HIABI/AAAAAAAABCk/YrZ-ceR6C_s/s400/Bulma+mad..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344854681078726674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After about an hour she finally announces. “I’ve dissected your disgusting slug thing, it died of starvation." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Bwhahahahhahahahahaha!" Was all I could say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "What? What’s so funny" she sneers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I couldn't stop laughing long enough to tell her. I suppose none of those zombies will go after the Clown since he has nothing for them to feed on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-5521563903041239990?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/5521563903041239990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=5521563903041239990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/5521563903041239990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/5521563903041239990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-its-beeen-while.html' title='I know it&apos;s beeen a while'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SiisFiwBN_I/AAAAAAAABBU/xda4HWSgqnU/s72-c/Deadpool.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-4691956159704561631</id><published>2009-05-07T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:43:12.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vince:Aw man!</title><content type='html'>My grandmother on dad's side has flipped her lid. After the Boudakai was over she forced Caulera, and Cass to fight, and Cass had to do so without weapons. Being a human girl well she didn't get out without injuries, But Caulera must be the worst fighter the saiyan race has ever produced. or batgirl is the best that the humans ever produced I don't know if she could use her ki...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind the old lady then says me, and Cass are now married just like that. And Dad agreed with her after we got home. His reaction was odd. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SgO2PRxCTaI/AAAAAAAAAZo/MRpzIHXVc2Q/s1600-h/11353Vegeta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333306757320166818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SgO2PRxCTaI/AAAAAAAAAZo/MRpzIHXVc2Q/s320/11353Vegeta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's was what I suspect. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SgO_AEZexrI/AAAAAAAAAZw/DggWT24io-U/s1600-h/Bulma+mad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333316391638320818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SgO_AEZexrI/AAAAAAAAAZw/DggWT24io-U/s320/Bulma+mad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Vegeta he's way too young to be married!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Not really..." Dad shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom just ignores him and goes. " Isn't there some kind of annulment or something we can through.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" We do not have such a thing in saiyan tradition." pop growls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two keep arguing then from no where Batman shows up, and argues with the both of them. Man I don't know what to do about this, Cass seems to not care about it although she does now basically live with me although i do think she sneaks to Gotham. But what's weird is before we'd just date and give each other space, but now she's always there! So I guess she does get the concept but does she have to keep hogging most of the bed? &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SgPrbAAQTrI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/bg_WnlTNUg8/s1600-h/Cass+sleep.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333365232826863282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SgPrbAAQTrI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/bg_WnlTNUg8/s320/Cass+sleep.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah she looks cute there, but she's a push saiyans outta their beds machine. Oh, and she snores.So I was pretty tired during school the next day. Oh yes never ever fall asleep in a class that Professor X is teaching he gives you you nightmares if you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Miss Frost just smacks you in the head. Someone also drew on me in my When I fell asleep in Mr' Logan's survival class. I think it was Mr. Logan himself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get home Grandma starts yelling at me.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SgP4RyamjII/AAAAAAAAAaA/2zNlWBO1_jE/s1600-h/Vegeta"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333379368211614850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SgP4RyamjII/AAAAAAAAAaA/2zNlWBO1_jE/s320/Vegeta%27s+mom.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; " Boy! When are you two going to breed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What? I ain't a dog in a kennel!" I yell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cass shakes her head. " Not ready... too much crime to stop... later... years...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Years Girl I was the one that put you in this family!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You're mistake." Cass responds before walking out the door to the Legacy Building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Bah! how dare she speak to me that way..." Then My mom started yelling at At Grandma I put my head in my hands. then a hand claps my shoulder. It's trunks. " hey brother. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SgP-M6DUcjI/AAAAAAAAAaI/7sPQdJqkUvc/s1600-h/Trunks+funny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333385881431863858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SgP-M6DUcjI/AAAAAAAAAaI/7sPQdJqkUvc/s320/Trunks+funny.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude what happened to your hair?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Marron experimented with it... Man I can't believe you got married before me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marron spits. "That's because you keep postponing the wedding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirai skulks from the back " Marriage is a fool's errand you both should get out while you can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which we both answered "Bah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirai goes off to do whatever it is that Mirai does. Trunks grins. " So now that we've annoyed the other universe me is this what you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You know Trunks I think someday yes... but not this quick I'm still in high school but if I divorce her that's it right? It's over. One the one hand I don't spawn a &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286789805682405839"&gt;psycho killer.&lt;/a&gt; on the other..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You don't want it to end with her do you?" Trunks nods, "Well you know what? Mom Built that fancy little club house for Legacy. Maybe you should get away from the madhouse of our parents. Maybe if you two live with each other without their constant insanity you'll see if this'll work out or not. Oh, and about Bruce, well there's something about the future, I was supposed to grow up to be Mirai. look how that turned out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took his advice, I moved into the cave like basement she calls home at the Legacy HQ its not so bad. Cass' liking to run around nude is pretty fun.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SgUkMVbe-qI/AAAAAAAAAaY/vvafEbkxNYQ/s1600-h/Cass+nude+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333709128019671714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SgUkMVbe-qI/AAAAAAAAAaY/vvafEbkxNYQ/s320/Cass+nude+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sneaking off to Gotham I don't mind, nor the fact that after she trains for most of the day, as soon as I get home from school she jumps me. Thing is she tires me out, and I have superpowers, i think she'd kill a human guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that does bug me though is well Dad sent me after this alien flesh peddler guy I guess The King of all Saiyans made some deal with some Alien Queen to get rid of this guy. I mean the dude is a total scumbag kidnaps women from planets, and sells them for sex slavery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was beat the guy, ad all of his operatives after a rough battle I mean really rough, the guy had powers, and dad sent me alone in a crappy space ship, So I'm thinking maybe he trusts me more... or is trying to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't know is Cass stowed away and grabbed my arm when I was about to blast him to smithereens. " No killing!" she scolds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" But this guy's scum with no redeeming qualities!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No killing." She states again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Aw come on I'm a saiyan warrior..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No. Killing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not going to win this argument am I?" I query. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh women. So I ended up handing his gang over to the authorities , and getting chewed out by dad when I got home. Well I guess I should just see how it turns out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yer more whipped than when I died Vince." A voice behind me states after I wrote that last sentence. I turn around and... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SgUymqtwBVI/AAAAAAAAAag/VYRVPCLwErE/s1600-h/skull+face+inetia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 102px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SgUymqtwBVI/AAAAAAAAAag/VYRVPCLwErE/s320/skull+face+inetia.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333724973572818258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAHHHHH! Skull face Inertia!!!!!!! That thing was gone in a second Man did I actually see that? Maybe I just need some sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-4691956159704561631?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/4691956159704561631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=4691956159704561631&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/4691956159704561631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/4691956159704561631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2009/05/vinceaw-man.html' title='Vince:Aw man!'/><author><name>Vince Briefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360513355515104465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/R753rptFc1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/rry-dhioH-Y/S220/Vincent.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SgO2PRxCTaI/AAAAAAAAAZo/MRpzIHXVc2Q/s72-c/11353Vegeta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-6011673156222716052</id><published>2009-04-16T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:06:17.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boudakai final</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2009/04/mirai-battle-royal-ends.html"&gt;Mirai won the battle royal.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I get to fight in this farce.My son growls at me form the other side of the ring. " So will you accept me now Father? You will after this match." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll my eyes. He hasn't said anything that stupid, and whiny since he was a teen ager. " Bah! Stop acting like a child!" I smirk. " So that's why you abandoned your family to regress to childhood eh? You're not a warrior you're a baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This enrages him giving me the early advantage. I knock him down with a few choice shots to the face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he's down laying on his face he shocks me by getting up ,and foot sweeping me to he takes advantage of the surprises turns Supersaiyan and blasts me. Pretty much destroying what's left of the ring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the smoke cleared he saw me transformed to ss5. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SegGOqQ-pEI/AAAAAAAABBE/0OXffyE02U8/s1600-h/ss5+Veg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SegGOqQ-pEI/AAAAAAAABBE/0OXffyE02U8/s400/ss5+Veg.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325513408299050050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He barely had enough to time to transform himself before I started thrashing him with elbows to the face. I go after him brutally I guess he holds back because I'm his father , disappointing. He blasted me way back when I was about to let Cell become perfect ( not one of my better moments I admit.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he's a mewling... Before I could finish that thought I hear a "Kazak!" sound. I realize I'm hit by lightning. Well the boy is using cheating tactics commanding his sword to shock me. I'm some what proud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He after he does this he blasts me a few more times then fires a massive lightning bolt. I pretend to be knocked out up until the count to five. Then I throw dust from the ring into Mirai's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You want to fight dirty eh?" I knee him in the gut, and then connect with a mean uppercut in the nose. I thought I knocked him out but he was only counted to like five then he tosses a Burning attack which I counter with a Final Flash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tries to use the smoke left over from our energy blasts I realized he was coming. Let him take a shot at me, and caught him in a triangle choke. I held him for about five minutes I knew he had to be hurting but he would not tap out I kept the hold on until the Boy just passed out. I dropped him and he was counted out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad fight but it would have been better if Kakarot won the battle royal I think. Although I was impressed that he would not quit. When he wakes up I raise his arm in victory he did do pretty well he just needs to train more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I defended my champion ship, and ma finally ready to return home... well sort of you see Bulma just had gripe art me for being too rough on Mirai. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SegbfEpff9I/AAAAAAAABBM/c4jbxb5GHl4/s1600-h/Mirai%27s+nightmare.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 388px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SegbfEpff9I/AAAAAAAABBM/c4jbxb5GHl4/s400/Mirai%27s+nightmare.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325536780003278802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah! No wonder he's so whiny thanks thanks a lot Bulma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-6011673156222716052?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/6011673156222716052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=6011673156222716052&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/6011673156222716052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/6011673156222716052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2009/04/boudakai-final.html' title='Boudakai final'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SegGOqQ-pEI/AAAAAAAABBE/0OXffyE02U8/s72-c/ss5+Veg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-7248155038039511904</id><published>2009-04-06T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T00:32:41.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored between rounds</title><content type='html'>Gah! I'm tired of this crap! I want to fight dammit!  I leave the Sky box and got to fight. Before I leave some big spender who sat in the sky box with me with either clones or triplets yells at me “You had better win Saiyan! I bet a million on you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SdriJ37n2jI/AAAAAAAAA_s/sKijhyc3UdI/s1600-h/Shredder+pimp+censored.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SdriJ37n2jI/AAAAAAAAA_s/sKijhyc3UdI/s400/Shredder+pimp+censored.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321814568952388146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And people say I dress oddly.  I walk around, and find my youngest daughter making out with her boyfriend. “Boy!" I shout. Vella gets off of him and starts babbling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Daddy... um don't hurt him... " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Leave us!"  I demand of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she does so he gives me this look.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Sdrsif9-OPI/AAAAAAAAA_0/eWG3CtgtVuw/s1600-h/Sad+face.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 101px; height: 98px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Sdrsif9-OPI/AAAAAAAAA_0/eWG3CtgtVuw/s400/Sad+face.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321825987132799218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why are you letting the Bat control you eh?" &lt;br /&gt; I growl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What?" he starts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You haven't killed anyone in months... are you starting to buy into to Wayne's dribble about letting your enemies live?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No hey you have no problem with Cass’ any kill rule." he gripes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I smirk. “When you become half as good a fighter as she is I wouldn't worry about it. Besides my son is killer enough for the both of them. But Vella is foolish and believes in second chances we both know that'll bite one in the ass more often than not.  If you want to be worthy of my child you will go back to your true nature. If not well there are plenty of saiyan suitors for her. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He wanders off grumbling but the boy had better get the message.  At this moment I smell this disgusting stench, and this odd yellow smoke surrounds me. “Good I wanted to talk to Mr. Hood about going back to his more violent self that's why I recruited him in the first place."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Who the?"  I put up my hand to blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “That is the Question." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Sdr1V34m7nI/AAAAAAAAA_8/APZNlbKYUgQ/s1600-h/Q.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Sdr1V34m7nI/AAAAAAAAA_8/APZNlbKYUgQ/s400/Q.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321835665819102834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I snort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Just because I see what others refuse too I am branded insane, or given the name crackpot."  He shrugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Alright Agent Mulder what do you want with me?"  I groan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Several people you all know have vanished including your son's ex wife. They all have a connection to you. All have vanished before. What do you know?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I roll my eyes. “Nothing you wannabe spook. Now leave me alone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  His head moves like it's listening to voices. “The city tells me you speak the truth. It also tells me your first born son is no longer who you think he is." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I shake my head. “Great maybe you should put some tin foil on your head to keep the city from speaking to you eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I fly away before he makes another comment suppose I should go back to the sky box this is going to be a long tournament.  While I think this a voice comes over the  Jumbotron.  " ladies and gentlemen a few years back  we had  battle royal to determine the champion, and to boost rating we're doing that to  find out who will face Vegeta for the championship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The winners of round 1 will all be in it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Superboy!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Sdr6zxiSFgI/AAAAAAAABAE/8ACjMDhkLjM/s1600-h/Kon+defiant.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Sdr6zxiSFgI/AAAAAAAABAE/8ACjMDhkLjM/s400/Kon+defiant.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321841677069063682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Cassandra Cain!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Sdr7UrXB6gI/AAAAAAAABAM/oACQLjZMxQs/s1600-h/Cass+tea.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Sdr7UrXB6gI/AAAAAAAABAM/oACQLjZMxQs/s400/Cass+tea.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321842242346936834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Bra Briefs!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Sdr7pM5FdmI/AAAAAAAABAU/ExMQV6pGoQw/s1600-h/Bra+flash.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Sdr7pM5FdmI/AAAAAAAABAU/ExMQV6pGoQw/s400/Bra+flash.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321842594945529442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gah! Where did they get that picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Vincent Briefs!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Sdr-l8j11FI/AAAAAAAABA8/mQdz-ImYuJ0/s1600-h/Goku+vegeta.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Sdr-l8j11FI/AAAAAAAABA8/mQdz-ImYuJ0/s400/Goku+vegeta.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321845837556733010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Oh of course they have his Halloween costume picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Trunks Briefs!"&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Sdr8u2jDgcI/AAAAAAAABAk/51_fhuve23A/s1600-h/Trunks+real.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 377px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Sdr8u2jDgcI/AAAAAAAABAk/51_fhuve23A/s400/Trunks+real.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321843791538389442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Mirai Briefs!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Sdr9Dmdg0UI/AAAAAAAABAs/r2MG8z3aY98/s1600-h/Mirais.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Sdr9Dmdg0UI/AAAAAAAABAs/r2MG8z3aY98/s400/Mirais.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321844147997430082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "And Former World Champion Son Goku!"&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Sdr9cADzggI/AAAAAAAABA0/nRobRgUBVwc/s1600-h/Goku+Kamehameha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Sdr9cADzggI/AAAAAAAABA0/nRobRgUBVwc/s400/Goku+Kamehameha.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321844567185785346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only one will rise to face world Champion Vegeta."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Sdr8WniKj4I/AAAAAAAABAc/o9R8xi79gHQ/s1600-h/Yaaa!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/Sdr8WniKj4I/AAAAAAAABAc/o9R8xi79gHQ/s400/Yaaa!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321843375191265154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Damn it! How did they get my driver's license picture?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-7248155038039511904?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/7248155038039511904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=7248155038039511904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/7248155038039511904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/7248155038039511904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2009/04/bored-between-rounds.html' title='Bored between rounds'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SdriJ37n2jI/AAAAAAAAA_s/sKijhyc3UdI/s72-c/Shredder+pimp+censored.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-8482360442176765305</id><published>2009-03-16T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:47:25.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boudakai round 1</title><content type='html'>My mother stares at me with a sickening look of glee on her face. " You know what you have to do son. The blood sucker, and her brood have vanished Our people have never embraced the freaks in the Royal Family any way. Mirai doesn't seemed interested in finding them. Declare them no longer family , and pull the saiyans out of the Corru War. It is not our place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Fine I'll make the decree! Now will you go away ? I am trying to watch the matches!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smirked talking how she will watch her favorite son, and grandchildren dominate this event. Hmph poor Table would not have wanted to hear me being called the favorate but then again I am the great Vegeta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph I don't care that About the Corru thing, Since I needed the saiyans back any way. I'm sending them out to find more colonies don't trust the kryptonians with this "Zod" chracter leading their armies or Kara Zor-El's nut bag mother leading them. Now back to the tournament. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2009/03/kon-boudakai-round-1.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kal-El's boy Beat that bumbling idiot Hercule. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my future daughter in law beat &lt;a href="http://thehopeoftheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/03/son-pan-boudakai-round-1.html"&gt;Pan. &lt;/a&gt;Who's been well disturbing lately I never thought I'd miss the days when she was only annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken to calling Cassandra Cain my future daughter in law that because it pisses off Batman, and is probably true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince Briefs Vs Son Goten &lt;br /&gt;As told by Vincent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood across from that jerk Goten My girlfriend made made it into the second round, and at least one of my sisters is for sure. Now I just have to hope all this power I've gained from the beatings of the last few days is enough to beat Goten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hey little Bro..." he mumbles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You don't get to call me that after what you did." I growl. " you're just my older sister's husband. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighs. " I'm sorry for for hitting on your girlfriend I was drunk and stupid." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unleash all of my rage and for a second I think I may Have went ss5 or that was wishful thinking maybe.Whatever I couldn't hold the power for long but i knocked Goten out of the ring ha! Next round. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son Goten &lt;br /&gt;In the locker room I rub my chin. That kid can hit not anywhere near as hard as my dad or brother in or sparring sessions though. " Hey " I hear Trunks yell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. &lt;br /&gt;" Why did you do that? You took a dive." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I don't know what you're...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come off it." he snorts. " I know training with Goku made you far stronger than Vincent is I thought you were trying to win money since SHIELD fired you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I groan. " I wasn't fired. I just refuse to work for Norman Osborn. Besides Bra makes more than enough for all of us." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trunks grins. " Maybe I can find you a job at Capsule Corp." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude I don't need charity.." I growl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hey I'm just trying to help my best friend out. So sue me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Look I'll think about it." I say. " So I'm still your friend huh?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah dumbass" Trunks smirks. " Just don't be drunkenly hitting on relatives girlfriends anymore and if you hurt my sister I have to kill you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Heh. Deal." I laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets that weird psychotic Vegeta look on his face. " I'm serious don't hurt Bra." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gulp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bra Versus Vella as told by Bra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pass Cassie On the way to the ring. I smile, and wave I'm not mad at her for what my dumb husband pulled I mean yeah i was at first but then I realized that it was was goten being well the Goten he was before we got together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though if she's going to stay with my brother we'll have to break her of her streaking habit.I walk up to the ring wearing battle armor. and hearing all the catcalls from the the guys watching the fights I could tell their were a few saiyans in the audience because they make weird comments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human guys yell " Nice rack" or something like that saiyans are like " Oooh look how long her tail is." Or my favorite " What does the scouter say about her power level? " It's over nine million that's so hot!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saiyans are weird I may be half one myself , but well Papa never seemed as alien as these guys. I turn my attention to my little sister actually skipping to the ring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the younger guys all do the catcalling for her and one older guy that if he gets near her I'll blast him.I stare at Vella. " There's no way I'm fighting you like that. " I snort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Huh?" She looks all innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The ring Vel. I'm not fighting you with a power ring on. it's not fair." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/ScKU3hyLuyI/AAAAAAAAA_U/n8k0ddD4Pzs/s1600-h/New+vella.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/ScKU3hyLuyI/AAAAAAAAA_U/n8k0ddD4Pzs/s400/New+vella.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314974191933176610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh okay !" She chirps. Taking off the ring. I smack my fore head. as her costume vanishes leaving her in her underwear Well at least she's not pulling a Batgirl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Go get some clothes on!" I order she comes back in a few seconds in a Gotham Knights that is obviously Jason Todd's shirt and sweatpants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about my ring?" She asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Get someone to hold it for you." I answer then this guy pops out of nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/ScKXMR8_DKI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Hqd5LFp3BzE/s1600-h/Jon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 81px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/ScKXMR8_DKI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Hqd5LFp3BzE/s400/Jon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314976747484023970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'll hold it for you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom walks about of the audience. " Give it to me dear." After she takes she gives The Gladiator a nasty look. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/ScKX0ZE0AeI/AAAAAAAAA_k/kqZ53Bd3EJY/s1600-h/Bulma+mad..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/ScKX0ZE0AeI/AAAAAAAAA_k/kqZ53Bd3EJY/s400/Bulma+mad..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314977436590670306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the comedy part of the show is over I smirk " Come on Vella the fights so far have been lame let's give these people a show."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fly at each other blocking punches faster than the human eye can see. Each time we make contact a soncic boom erupts throughout the arena. She throws a kick at my face I catch itshe grabs onto my arm and tries to pull me to the ground I body slam my little sister casing pieces of marble to go into my eyes she takes this chance to open palm strike me in the nose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then somersaults away from me I take this chance to blast at her she dodged all of the then grins. " let's stop with the warm up ." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both transform to ss4. but I sense she's weaker. I smirk and fire a Super Galick Gun she counters with a Final Flash, Our ki fight starts earthquakes so we both throw them off the planet that sneaky little monkey knees me in the gut while I try to keep my blast from destroying the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tries to put me in a sleeper hold. I extend my tail wrap it around her waist and smack her into the ring. Man I love this thing can't be live my mom cut if off when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she's down I punch ,her in the back several times before I realize Vel has wrapped her tail around my leg and yanks me off my feet. She flies off the ground several miles then starts firing mini ki blasts then finishes off with a Big Bang Attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ref starts counting I hop up at "5". I think I freak her out because she starts trying to do withe Kaleidoscope move. It's basically a solar flare with lots pretty colors that doesn't need the sun, and can be fired like a normal blast, so you can aim it at the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem for Vella is I invented it. I close my eyes before it gets to me. She thinks I'm blinded. So she gets a little surprise when I elbow her in the face. After I throw a few shots at her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She freaks out screams and transforms to SS5? Oh crap. Papa pretty much forced me and Trunks to hit this level, but it makes us psychotic. I don't want to transform since I'd probably kill her. But If I don't I lose and she may kill me well I hope the others find the Dragon Balls soon because I'm going bye bye I refuse to kill my own baby sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all of the sudden her ki ran out." Wha? What happened?" she whines. &lt;br /&gt;I smile I have a guess that she's not physically mature enough to keep that level going for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she's confused I upper cut her she falls to the ring after she tries to get up I unleash a Final Shine Attack that puts her down for the ten count. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Winner Bra Briefs" the announcer shouts. I glare at him. " Um I mean the princess of all saiyans." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile. " thank you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vella sits on the ring looking crestfallen. " Hey don't worry about it you did really well. I wasn't near as strong as you at seventeen. Hey want to go get some cute new outfits." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She groans " Whatever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my arm around her shoulder, and you know you love the mall, I'll get you that ice cream drink you like so much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sweet! You're the best Bra!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. she gets over things quick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 1 will cont. in Trunks, and Goku's blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-8482360442176765305?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/8482360442176765305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=8482360442176765305&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/8482360442176765305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/8482360442176765305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2009/03/boudakai-round-1.html' title='Boudakai round 1'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/ScKU3hyLuyI/AAAAAAAAA_U/n8k0ddD4Pzs/s72-c/New+vella.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-3125978156632612982</id><published>2009-02-10T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:51:02.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boudakai time again.</title><content type='html'>Yes it's that time again. The Boudakai is coming up, and I'm training hard to stay champion despite the fact Bulma won't leave me alone about Valentine's Day. Bah! Whatever . I decided I was going to train ,my two laziest children, Trunks and Bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad to say those two have a slack attitude. I Gather them from whatever they are up to and demand ' You are saiyan royalty you should not be weaker than third class warrior saiyans You will train, and show your superiority in the Boudakai!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" But Dad! " Trunks whines. "I just beat Goten!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hmph! Yes you did but Mirai would have beaten him in half the time Also that little altercation made your little brother much more powerful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well of course Mirai is good all he does is train, ever since he broke up with Vampi, and yeah Vincent's a little stronger so what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well the way he constantly spars with that little girlfriend of his he may surpass you pretty soon." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bra groans . " Bah! I don't see what anyone sees in that little bat-weirdo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That little Bat weirdo as you call her really helped Vella focus In fact Vella is now stronger than you are." I smirk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Whaaat?" She groans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a couple of weeks ago. Since then i finally go the two of them motivated by the thought that their teen aged siblings will surpass them . The problem is though I had thought I could make them as powerful as I am. But seeing how much their skills have atrophied... no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next thought was maybe as powerful As Kakarot, but well he maybe a clown but kakarot eats sleeps drinks training plus he has some strange natural ability to just surpass others, Hell I haven't seen him in a while he may be stronger than I am again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had a more realistic goal. Get them to be around Gohan's power level. But since the Tournament is about to start I will find out if I succeeded or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch the tag tournament with boredom I don't care about that at all. I look at the tournament roster and see that I'm not in the first round. I yell at this official who for some reason has the face of a dog damn is Kakarot's home area weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Sir you were lat year's champion you don't fight until; the final round. it' been that way since Mr. Satan was champ." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I have to wait in a stupid sky box until the tourney is over and I fight in the final round bah! Boring! At least there is some good food in here though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-3125978156632612982?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/3125978156632612982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=3125978156632612982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/3125978156632612982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/3125978156632612982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2009/02/boudakai-time-again.html' title='Boudakai time again.'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-177551376359803810</id><published>2009-01-20T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:59:06.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>payback</title><content type='html'>Well first off there was a little incident .You see, me the saiyans and a few Earth Heroes ran off those stupid Kryptonians off the damned planet. Ha! this is my world , an those I don't want on it  will leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway at the party after there was liquor, Bra, and Goten drank too much I have no idea where Bra went.  All I know is &lt;a href="http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2009/01/sigh.html"&gt; She appeared home barley clothed. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Meanwhile Goten drunkenly thought it would be a good idea to go over to the New Legacy Building, and hit on Cassandra.  Vincent punched him in the nose. Too bad Goten is older, and a better trained warrior.  He beat my son severely, until Trunks somehow wandered on the scene, and trounced Goten like I always knew he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So now Bra is pissed off mad, at Vincent, and Trunks, and blaming Batgirl, and her weird little streaking habit for the whole situation.  Me I just say Goten is the Clown's son, and thus an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Never mind all that.  I have a problem. You see there’s this game show called &lt;a href="http://worldstoughesthenchmen.blogspot.com/"&gt; World's Toughest Henchman&lt;/a&gt; and twice now Bulma's been abused because of this "game." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No one abuses my woman. First one she doesn't remember very well since she was   &lt;a href="http://worldstoughesthenchmen.blogspot.com/2009/01/jon-intergalactic-gladiator-dragon.html"&gt; gassed.&lt;/a&gt; All she recalls is a fedora hat , and yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think I know who this is and open up the dimensional portal to go, and greet him. I find the freak up to no good as usual. Stealing nukes “Hey Nega Duck!" &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SXaEVIYmh-I/AAAAAAAAA-0/aIn4jydh95Q/s1600-h/Negaduck.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SXaEVIYmh-I/AAAAAAAAA-0/aIn4jydh95Q/s400/Negaduck.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293563910583388130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What the hell are you doing here Monkey man?"  Okay he called me a monkey he's going to die rather or not he attacked Bulma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You attacked my wife Bastard!" I accuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What? Are you insane?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Jury’s still out on that ... get ready to go to Hell Big..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Wait Vegeta there are nuclear bombs here if you use your powers here we'll all die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I shrug.  All a nuclear blast will do to me is give me a nice tan. As for everyone else what do I care about a bunch of animal people eh?  Bang Attack!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As the radiation washes over me I think maybe this duck freak was right possibly he didn't gas Bulma, but that's true when I find out that did do it...  well it won't be a very good day for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Next I go back to my universe and to Chicago. You see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://worldstoughesthenchmen.blogspot.com/2009/01/nepharia-chasing-dragonball.html"&gt; Nepharia&lt;/a&gt; used Bulma as a bargaining chip. Hmm okay she wants to use the one closest to me I will hurt the one closest to her.  That Iomel Ishmael whatever his name is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I find him in a hot tub he seemed to know I was going to attack since he got his light saber, and was charging me only wearing a speedo disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I keep my eyes averted as I try to blast him several times. He hits me with some Force mumbo jumbo.  Before he can take my head off with his light saber I block it with the Ki Sword technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You know I could just turn supersaiyan , and overpower him I could do that, but would probably end up burning this city to the ground. Unlike animal people I somewhat like humans. Well in general some I just can't stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm busy sword fighting , and destroying Nepharia's apartment When I see an opening I give her boy toy a ki wedgie while he's screaming bloody murder I punch him in the jaw.  A little too hard, he flies out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He uses some Force trick to save himself from a nasty fall, but I think that punch gave him a concussion. He started singing show tunes in the snow to random people, out in the snow, in a banana hammock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ha! Good this will humiliate Nepharia some, while her apartment is a destroyed mess.  Also it will bring some unwanted attention to Henchman's little show. That's good enough for one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-177551376359803810?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/177551376359803810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=177551376359803810&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/177551376359803810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/177551376359803810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2009/01/payback.html' title='payback'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SXaEVIYmh-I/AAAAAAAAA-0/aIn4jydh95Q/s72-c/Negaduck.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-5721862898241540701</id><published>2008-12-28T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T02:52:39.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovering from Christmas</title><content type='html'>Bah! Of course we just had to have a party this year again.  Bulma just had to everyone here. So it was a kind of controlled chaos, investors speaking to Bulma about the economy... and all this other boring crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ended up going to hide in the living room that was a mistake. You see why  That is where my youngest son Vincent and his girlfriend decided to put on the disgusting show.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SVdCYKgtx0I/AAAAAAAAA7U/WI7HCChk1RM/s1600-h/Vince+smile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 326px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SVdCYKgtx0I/AAAAAAAAA7U/WI7HCChk1RM/s400/Vince+smile.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284765670648432450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cass I love you more." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SVdDPelsvII/AAAAAAAAA7c/Wk1Oli-siyA/s1600-h/Cass+tea.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SVdDPelsvII/AAAAAAAAA7c/Wk1Oli-siyA/s400/Cass+tea.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284766620930849922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No... I love you more." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They kept saying this over, and over. Until finally they started to do this... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SVdD8ZlVWBI/AAAAAAAAA7k/iseBLm0DSWM/s1600-h/Cass+kiss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SVdD8ZlVWBI/AAAAAAAAA7k/iseBLm0DSWM/s400/Cass+kiss.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284767392681252882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not as disgusting as if they started mating in front of me but that may have been the next step. So I left before that started I ponder why I don't just kill them. Bah! I have no problem punching out my grown offspring,  but I've always been strangely attached to them, and would get angry when they are harmed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stupid Earthling influence.  Probably the reason why I haven't took out my father.  or why I don't destroy another annoying member of my family.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SVdF42Vg85I/AAAAAAAAA7s/VPZRcRcrb0w/s1600-h/Table.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 362px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SVdF42Vg85I/AAAAAAAAA7s/VPZRcRcrb0w/s400/Table.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284769530703311762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My younger brother Table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What makes him so annoying you may ask.  (Before you ask, yes we have the same mother, and father. he's not a result from one of Father's dalliances.) Well besides the fact he's too weak  for me to even acknowledge, and he's married a thing that well  I'm not really sure what to call it here take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SVdRvw9f27I/AAAAAAAAA70/Fy0rQ5spLwA/s1600-h/Table,+and+grey..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SVdRvw9f27I/AAAAAAAAA70/Fy0rQ5spLwA/s400/Table,+and+grey..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284782568781110194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know I know  " but Vegeta you didn't exactly marry a saiyan yourself."  Well you know what look at Bulma.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SVdSZBt3ocI/AAAAAAAAA78/rrZpVmLuQ2A/s1600-h/Bulma+d+ball.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SVdSZBt3ocI/AAAAAAAAA78/rrZpVmLuQ2A/s400/Bulma+d+ball.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284783277653598658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If it wasn't for the odd colored hair, and no tail she could almost pass for a saiyan. I don't even know what species Table's  mate is that, and well all these years  and they have not made offspring  while I have  well I have too many really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Any way the thing about him that really bugs the Hell out of me is well &lt;br /&gt; Here let me in on our conversation at the party."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Brother I must speak with you."  He grovels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“As long as it is not you telling me of your bestiality... “I comment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He rolls his eyes. " Vegeta let's  not go over this again. Look since you've been on all these reality shows like LGS, and The Amazing Mutant race... I was hoping well I could borrow some money."  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SVdU3h265GI/AAAAAAAAA8E/dXcrjXb2s_A/s1600-h/Vegeta+Table.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SVdU3h265GI/AAAAAAAAA8E/dXcrjXb2s_A/s400/Vegeta+Table.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284786000700826722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Every time I see him. Even when we were kids. Of course I say "no." And of course Bulma gives him some money   After building that high tech clubhouse for the kids , and their friends to play superhero, and now this no wonder Capsule Corp investors are worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So after that I start hitting the egg nog , hard.  I woke up the next morning with a check for quite a sum of money, and a DVD.  Oh this can't be good. I'm a little apprehensive to watch the video, but I do so, and well here it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wiYNHy_wwNU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wiYNHy_wwNU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't remember being in a wrestling match with a weird red thing, or losing to it, but at least that is the most embarrassing thing that I did. At least I hope so bah! Whatever I will run into that red creature (What did I say about things that are red? that's right they are bad.)  When I run into it again I will have my revenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh well at least all the holidays are over... No Wait There's still New Year's And Valetine's day GAH!!!!!!  I wonder if anyone'd notice if I hid in my Gravity Room for the next few months?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-5721862898241540701?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/5721862898241540701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=5721862898241540701&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/5721862898241540701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/5721862898241540701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/12/recovering-from-christmas.html' title='Recovering from Christmas'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SVdCYKgtx0I/AAAAAAAAA7U/WI7HCChk1RM/s72-c/Vince+smile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-2726412876688335524</id><published>2008-12-19T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:10:45.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You have to be kidding me.</title><content type='html'>Ugh this has been an insane week. First I have to buy all these Christmas gifts. Worse Vincent and Vella want all these insane things. Last year they didn't even know what Christmas was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh and Bra she is the absolute worst to shop for since she was eight. She wants all this expensive crap... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At least the Trunk Boys don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Speaking of I will never have that spare room back I wanted a freaking game room, But no Mirai had to come back and live here forever. Is he going back to his wife and kids?  No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’ve hurt them too much its better if I just say away."  He drivels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Damn it Mirai! Get out of the House!" I yell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bulma comes along and says. “You can stay as long as you like Trunks, don't listen to your grumpy father. Bah! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So I'm at the mall when someone calls me telepathically.  They call me to this damned warehouse. Inside were these losers.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SUyTVQBnzCI/AAAAAAAAA60/eQ-wNfL6t88/s1600-h/Dark+illuminati.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SUyTVQBnzCI/AAAAAAAAA60/eQ-wNfL6t88/s400/Dark+illuminati.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281758456287054882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loki: A "god" who decided he was a woman in a man's body or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Frost: Whom I think Professor X only keeps around because she wears revealing clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Namor: the ruler of the ocean who smells like he attacked a bar, and rolled around in the booze. Hmph I suppose Christmas Cheer came a little early for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Some guy in a hood:  Your guess is as good as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Doctor Doom: Burnt face freak who doesn't know not to annoy the King of all Saiyans.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Norman Osborn: What thing is not like the others? Basically a small time hood that is not even a speck on my radar. He spends his days getting beaten up by Spider-Man. oh, and he dresses like this,&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SUyY4nQautI/AAAAAAAAA68/D3rya01MgE4/s1600-h/Green+Goblin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SUyY4nQautI/AAAAAAAAA68/D3rya01MgE4/s400/Green+Goblin.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281764561376688850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also he carries a purse. He decides to act like he is my equal “hello Vegeta you are asking of your people...” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “And you're Obvious Man, What the Hell do you want you purse carrying fairy?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Goblin not fairy!" He screams then he regains his composure." Any way your people have been having problems with the Kryptonians lately while most of you saiyans aren't super there's only about 11 of you am I right? The rest of the population aren't anywhere near as powerful; am I right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He goes on, and on about how he can help the saiyans Against the Kryptoninas and against other things Blah, blah,   I think to myself “Why are Doom and Namor listening to this wind bag?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Emma Speaks in my head “We’re making fun of this idiot he thinks he can control us we just want to be there when he fails. And Namor is drunk of his head. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just to punctuate that Namor yells “Yeah! Bring on the strippers! He puts his arm around me And Grins. “You’re the best club owner ever."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hmm I could spend the next couple of months, pretending this idiot can actually help me while making fun of him ... No I think not I mean please he may somehow have a super powered army but they can’t compare to a super saiyan, and if worse comes to worst I can use the rock they are allergic too, or I can unleash my secret weapon, Seven foot, Almost unstoppable freak of nature the legendary Super Saiyan from an alternate reality Broly.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SUyghP5_HvI/AAAAAAAAA7E/oIKKoPHiuhc/s1600-h/Brolly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SUyghP5_HvI/AAAAAAAAA7E/oIKKoPHiuhc/s400/Brolly.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281772956064620274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Osborn smiles at me “So what do you say?" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I smirk. “Get ready for oblivion, Big Bang Attack!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I blast Osborn I'm pretty sure he vaporizes. Not that he won't come back from the dead he probably will but eh what do I care? He gets the point.  Doom teleports out The Hood guy actually tries to jump me; I tear his fool head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Namor is passed out in a pool of his own vomit. Meh being that pathetic is punishment enough. And um Emma ... yes um she used some mind trick on me yes that's it me not killing her has nothing to do with the fact that she wears revealing outfits... or at least that's what I'm telling Bulma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loki, no way am I touching that he/ she I let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Out of no where that pathetic Superman wannabe the Sentry jumps out of what looks like a closet (good place for him.)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SUykXFpaj1I/AAAAAAAAA7M/6junVD1iKYk/s1600-h/Sentry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SUykXFpaj1I/AAAAAAAAA7M/6junVD1iKYk/s400/Sentry.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281777179558580050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You killed my friend Norman!" he blubbers, dropping to his knees.  I couldn’t stand seeing a grown man cry so I kick the Sentry in the face until he is knocked out, and bleeding on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ah some mayhem and destruction now that is the way to burn off some holiday stress. I fly home laughing. Hmmm wonder if I can get Bulma to dress like Emma tonight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-2726412876688335524?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/2726412876688335524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=2726412876688335524&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/2726412876688335524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/2726412876688335524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-have-to-be-kidding-me.html' title='You have to be kidding me.'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SUyTVQBnzCI/AAAAAAAAA60/eQ-wNfL6t88/s72-c/Dark+illuminati.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-1828633615926995728</id><published>2008-11-23T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:38:01.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it with the color red?</title><content type='html'>I've come to a conclusion. Things that are red frankly suck. The alternate universe version of me wore red. Jean Grey as Dark Phoenix, red costume. That time I had that horrible mustache I wore red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now this Red Hulk. " You're here to capture me aren't you alien?" he accuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had no idea you were here Hulk lite" I snort. " But stop breathing in my face and you can get out of this in one piece."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of taking my advice he punches me in the nose. I fly through a local rock face. I break myself free from the rubble. " Okay now I'm angry!' I yell spitting blood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I transform into my most powerful form from what I'm sensing he's up there in the strength. We trade punches. After being knocked back several times. I discover this Hulk is a trained fighter unlike Banner who's more of a brawler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Surprised aren't you?" he grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay he may as strong as I but, he doesn't seem to have my speed. He punches my After image. " What the @$%&amp; My fist went through your head? I didn't think you could phase!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kick him in the jaw." Sure why not?" I smirk. I suppose even though he claims he read up on me he doesn't know about how fast I am. I speed blitz him.He stops that with a thunder clap that goes through my hearing like a knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall on the ground holding my ears. He looms over me. " You are a bit better than I thought short stuff... Still gonna die but but hey I heard you always backed down from a fight, and let Goku fight your battles for you... Glad to know that isn't true you put up a throw down. Any last words Saiyan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's A good way to get me pissed off. Tell me I hide behind that Clown Kakarot. red Hulk is about to die I Kick him in his balls sending him into the stratosphere. "I have two words for you Behemoth! Final Flash!" The Blast shakes the world around us. when it is over... I do not sense or see Red Hulk any where. Ha! I suppose he's dead and gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Satan will probably find away to make the public believe he did in Red Hulk bah! whatever. I need to get home , and eat a senzu. i have a few quite a few injuries.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SS3sUGonztI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/wi3gyGDKXIw/s1600-h/Red+hulk+lava.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 358px; height: 375px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SS3sUGonztI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/wi3gyGDKXIw/s400/Red+hulk+lava.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273130568843251410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Damn you alien! You almost got me I'm gonna get you for this! Pfft! Stupid Lava!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-1828633615926995728?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/1828633615926995728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=1828633615926995728&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/1828633615926995728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/1828633615926995728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-is-it-with-color-red.html' title='What is it with the color red?'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SS3sUGonztI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/wi3gyGDKXIw/s72-c/Red+hulk+lava.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-4365485594959811576</id><published>2008-11-01T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T02:15:15.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family is annoying</title><content type='html'>Ugh the ghosts of my in-laws are as annoying as they were when they were alive.  Dr Briefs keeps wanting to go on, and on, about the things he's seen in the After life. The idiot tried to shoot an angel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They don't like that. Probably explains how those two ended up in Mephisto's Realm. Any way his wife keeps hitting on me that's not unusual, when she see Vince or Vella she grabs onto  their faces, pinches their cheeks and talks to them in baby talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After they went through that twice. Vella made up some lame excuse about the Guardians of the Universe needing her.  And Vincent just uses his little poor Cassandra as a shield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well good. I can take a break from Vincent’s moping, and Vella's sickening cheeriness. If her scent and her ki's similarity to my own didn't say she was mine I would swear she was someone else's kid. Must take after Bulma's mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Speaking of Bulma she was all proud and a little condescending to me about how she freed her parents.  She keeps going on and on about how easy it was...I get a chuckle out of it. Mephisto never does anything "with no strings attached."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What are you laughing about?"  She sneers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re always bragging about how smart you are Woman, you figure it out." I smirk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm not telling her that... Mephisto basically traded the souls of her parents for Yamcha.  A hero traded for the souls of a scientist, and his wife. Nit that I mind all that much that idiot being out of my life is a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now I'll just have to bite my tongue around Kakarot, he'll want to rescue Yamcha. I go over to the television. Find Mirai on the couch. Why won't he go away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Anything on the television boy?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No Father. Just Hercule."          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SQ1X8S2yYUI/AAAAAAAAA54/_DMBkNfj64c/s1600-h/Hercule.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 358px; height: 387px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SQ1X8S2yYUI/AAAAAAAAA54/_DMBkNfj64c/s400/Hercule.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263960232831377730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah! I'm gonna crush the Red Hulk! His evil will be stopped by my power!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Mirai guffaws. “Yeah Red Hulk will be to busy laughing at that moustache, and afro to actually kill Hercule!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Hercule Satan should go back to the wrestling federation that spawned him."  I snort.  Red Hulk? What did Banner get a new personality or something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No he's a new bad guy he's tough. Wait! Why am I on the news?" Mirai says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bah! Calling this news is a leap it's a celebrity gossip show.  Whatever.  The woman  exclaims.  “Girls that are sad that Trunks Briefs' is going off the market rejoice! Vampirella had finally gotten her teeth out of Future Trunks that's right girls Mirai's available!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long until this sound like a stampede shakes the house. Then this happened. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SQ1w47xWgVI/AAAAAAAAA6A/7du3DUkyRcw/s1600-h/Fangirl+attack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SQ1w47xWgVI/AAAAAAAAA6A/7du3DUkyRcw/s400/Fangirl+attack.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263987662885650770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  More girls attacked.  “Father you have to help me!" he whines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Forget it boy you're on your own!" I hate fan girl attacks I went through one and swore to myself never again. I  fly far out into the desert. As I sit on a mesa I ponder what I could do with the rest of the day. Rumor has it Darth Nepharia is having a party in Cancun for all of those that lost at AMR4. Hmmm. At this stage I feel a powerful Ki, also the air around me gets hotter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I turn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You! Your friends sent you after me did they? Or maybe you’re stupid enough to think you can beat me yourself? Either way you're ending up in either the morgue or the cemetery after this!" &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SQ17hpcvJOI/AAAAAAAAA6I/iEfcpTYbSag/s1600-h/red+hulk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SQ17hpcvJOI/AAAAAAAAA6I/iEfcpTYbSag/s400/red+hulk.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263999357458261218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So this is the Red Hulk eh? Sometimes Fate likes to play funny games I see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-4365485594959811576?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/4365485594959811576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=4365485594959811576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/4365485594959811576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/4365485594959811576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/11/family-is-annoying.html' title='Family is annoying'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SQ1X8S2yYUI/AAAAAAAAA54/_DMBkNfj64c/s72-c/Hercule.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-47175822842459038</id><published>2008-10-23T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:06:06.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell hath no fury pt2 you have got to be kidding me.</title><content type='html'>Okay so what I expected to happened did at first. Demons attacked, Bra beat the crap out of them. I fired laser guns at them. Yamcha used his like two ki, moves. Its funny all he knows is Wolf Fang Fist, and Kamehameha. While pretty much everyone else I know has a lot more moves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After he yells Kamehamaeha for the thirteenth time I lose it a little bit.  “Don’t you know anything else?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh yeah Science Girl you don't know any moves whatsoever so you can't talk!" He yells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Excuse me that I actually graduated High School unlike you!"  I shoot back... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bra yells over to us. "If you two start making out I'm telling Father!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “In Yamcha's dreams!"  I snort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh Yeah I know more than one move!" Yamcha declares. “Spinning Ki Bullet!"  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFUmDphuHJk/SQEzU0BWbsI/AAAAAAAAABU/wwMypx0g8t0/s1600-h/Spiritball.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFUmDphuHJk/SQEzU0BWbsI/AAAAAAAAABU/wwMypx0g8t0/s320/Spiritball.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260542272400158402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I remember that you stopped using it after Goku learned the Spirit Bomb didn't you used to call it a Spirit Ball?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Let’s not talk about that."  He throws the bullet, and it bounces like a rubber ball knocking out Demons until a huge group of them grabbed him, and dragged Useless Man somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Bra fires a Final Flash. After yelling the words everything goes black, and when they go bright again, we're at the Throne Room of the Lord of the Underworld himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Aw! When I heard the words Final Flash I thought Vegeta was here."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Sorry to disappoint you!" I grunt. "I knew you grabbed up my parents to lure him here to take his soul." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He starts laughing so hard it reverberates through the palace walls. “Please I just thought he was here so we could have a party the last few times he was here he was a blast. Wait you're saying you're the one he finally settled down with? Yes... you do seem his type." He looked me up, and down creepily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Wait! Wait! “Bra Interrupts.” You're saying you like my father?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s not to like? He's s fun guy when he's around here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Fun? Vegeta?" I question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes he can handle his liquor though he did blow up my palace that one time; he kept all the malcontents like Freeza, and the Ginyu Force under control with his Supersaiyan abilities. Oh and of course All these superheroes I find here in my realm he'd smack them around too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So my husband is the Devil's best buddy? Somehow I find that hard to swallow. “What about all the good Vegeta’s done?" I demand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ha! His version of &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; gives me even more souls since he kills most people he fights. Most of those are psychotic murderers. He's good for business." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “If you're not holding my parents hostage what are they doing here?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Your parents?" he asks. “The Briefs?  I actually have no idea how they got here. I can't get a straight answer from them. I think they wandered through a portal. Dr. Briefs' inventions keep scaring my demons while your mom makes them fat with all the cup cakes she cooks, if you want them take them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Wait no deals? No taking our souls? No strings? Bah I don’t believe you!" Bra challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No strings, no deals just take them. They don't really belong, and its least I can do for Vegeta's wife, and lovely daughter. Oh tell him he's invited to the Halloween party down here, you too" He wiggles his fingers and we're back at Capsule Corp. With my Mom, and Dad. They have halos over their heads so they're still dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; I guess I can ask Son Goku to teleport them to &lt;a href="http://dragonball.wikia.com/wiki/King_Yemma"&gt;King Yemma's&lt;/a&gt; later, but first I think they should meet their two newest grandchildren. You know I keep thinking I forgot something. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFUmDphuHJk/SQFHuj6W-3I/AAAAAAAAABc/BiI5Qrt9YhM/s1600-h/Yamch+Hell.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFUmDphuHJk/SQFHuj6W-3I/AAAAAAAAABc/BiI5Qrt9YhM/s320/Yamch+Hell.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260564704985021298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Bulma? Bra? Where are you guys? Help!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-47175822842459038?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/47175822842459038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=47175822842459038&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/47175822842459038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/47175822842459038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/10/hell-hath-no-fury-pt2-you-have-got-to.html' title='Hell hath no fury pt2 you have got to be kidding me.'/><author><name>Bulma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654115255530998796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/320/Bulma%20real.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFUmDphuHJk/SQEzU0BWbsI/AAAAAAAAABU/wwMypx0g8t0/s72-c/Spiritball.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-3177638111980192345</id><published>2008-10-19T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:11:55.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulma: Hell hath no fury... pt1</title><content type='html'>Note this happened before or after the current Legacy posts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ugh. Seems Vegeta discovered my parents were trapped in hell during the AMR4. Instead of going to free them he travels back in time and pervs all over an eighteen year old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So lucky he didn't change history and give Mirai an older brother or sister.  Pffft. Yeah looks like I'm going to have to get Mom and Dad out myself.  Vince, and Vella won't be any help those two started fighting again for some reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This morning Vincent, pile drived, or suplexed, well one of those wrestling moves to Vella this morning hurting her head. Later after she put her ring on she used it to shrink Vincent to the size of an eight year old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sigh. Vegeta is not going to be much help besides constantly locking himself up in his gravity room to train I think he's just hiding from me. He doesn't really like my parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That and he's busied himself, and Mirai, Vincent with these alien dragon things well this was the scene this morning.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFUmDphuHJk/SPv4o26Ev_I/AAAAAAAAABM/nn7wkw-2J1w/s1600-h/sprite+comic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFUmDphuHJk/SPv4o26Ev_I/AAAAAAAAABM/nn7wkw-2J1w/s320/sprite+comic.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259070370702737394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So no help from them well that, and I called Vampi over to surprise Mirai. Trunks is somewhere with Marron planning the wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay looks like my only choice is Bra. “Hey honey wanna do something with Mommy?" &lt;br /&gt; I ask, on the phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Tch! This is going to be something I won't like isn't it" She growls. I roll my eyes of all the kids she acts the most like their father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well how would you like to free Grandma and Grandpa Briefs from Hell?"&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; "They gave the worst Christmas presents and were so freaking weird. You know Mama maybe they did something to deserve being in Hell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh and when did I raise such a selfish brat?" I ask sarcastically.  “You know Mephisto has them to get at your father..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Heh I doubt that" She giggles." Papa never cared for Grandpa, or Grandma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay I'm going there with my tech armor, a rather you go or not!"  I explain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine Mama I'll go. Goten! Take care of the kids!"  She orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As I'm waiting I tinker with the Phase dimensional; portal a bit, and make sure the remote works I'd rather not be stuck in Hell.  Out of nowhere my ex Yamcha pops up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey babe!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How did you get in?" I shout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The teenage girl that looks like you left it open."  Damn it Vella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was going to scold her but I found her arguing with her twin. “Vella turn me back or I'll show mom the new  thong underwear you bought." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She laughs. "Mom doesn't care, and stop going through my stuff you creep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smirks" Yeah those pictures I found of Jason...” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Okay I'll turn you back it's not like I wouldn't have anyway, I'd rather not have Cass sneak in my room, and hit me with adamntium gloves or something."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay I’d rather not get into that especially if I have to see pictures of that punk Jason doing anything.  Yamcha keeps bugging me about how Vegeta isn't there for me, and some other stuff that's well insane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Until Bra shows up. “Well I've told you many times Yamcha to go to Hell But it looks like I'm going. So have fun when my husband finds you here." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Hey I'll help you" he grins.    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You know He's not all that bad a fighter no where near as good as Son Goku, and Vegeta but not that bad Hmm and' in case my tech shorts out he can be the perfect meat shield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Okay you can go." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Mama!" Bra protests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Don’t worry about it Bra, okay Here’s code names we'll use in over the communicators. Okay I’m Brainy Girl. Bra you're Daddy's Princess, and Yamcha you're Useless Man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yamcha complains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yeah how can I forget those five minutes of pleasure before you'd fall asleep on top of me, and that's when you could actually use it?" I make fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey you said it happened to every guy, and wasn't a big deal!" He whines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Bra Shouts "Bah! If it's going to be like this I'm not going!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I open the portal and wish for the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TBC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-3177638111980192345?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/3177638111980192345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=3177638111980192345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/3177638111980192345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/3177638111980192345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/10/bulma-hell-hath-no-fury-pt1.html' title='Bulma: Hell hath no fury... pt1'/><author><name>Bulma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654115255530998796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/320/Bulma%20real.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFUmDphuHJk/SPv4o26Ev_I/AAAAAAAAABM/nn7wkw-2J1w/s72-c/sprite+comic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-7622138611180005895</id><published>2008-10-13T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:43:11.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh well.</title><content type='html'>So I lost at the &lt;a href="http://amazingmutantrace4.blogspot.com/"&gt; Amazing Mutant Race.&lt;/a&gt; So what?  It was a fun game, I enjoyed the challenges.  But now to get back to the annoying family.   Sigh. I miss the days right after Bra, and trunks left when it was just me, and Bulma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then Cabain had to show up, so did Mirai. After that Vincent and Vella were born.   The good thing about that was at least they grew up quickly, and became interested in mates so now they will be out of here in a year or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Not sure I'll ever get rid of Mirai though.  I thought maybe there was a chance when Vampirella returned from the dead, but he just came back here, and threw himself in his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In fact I had to go bail him, and his saiyan group out during a fight with a Corru On some back water dirtball planet.   Me and my group fought through all the Corru resistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had kind of missed being allowed to kill my enemies.  I was wading through the freaks easily until we get to Mirai, and the others. then this thing comes up with the body of a man and the face of a frog.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SPQWmLilafI/AAAAAAAAA5w/0r3In42VWDs/s1600-h/frogman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SPQWmLilafI/AAAAAAAAA5w/0r3In42VWDs/s400/frogman.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256851510236899826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That and I think he has been juicing.  I think that's the term for steroid users any way.  He starts yelling all this mess “King of the Saiyans!  I am the greatest champion of the Corru Empire! I rode the galactic worm! I defeated the skarros at Dalek 4!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think he said that one backwards. Any way he kept blabbing on, and. and on and on. My mind began to wander... “Hmmm what can I eat after this?  Hmmm For some reason I have a craving for bacon... Bah! Likely because that's all fluke, and Jon talk about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There is no way I'd eat a Bacon donut though disgusting.... hmm what's on Television tonight? Anything good? Hmmm possibly wait? Is that windbag still going on?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I look over to where he he's still talking, bragging about how tough he is. Hey I brag too sometimes but really this is too much. I blast him into atoms. Fool 1 He should have actually tried to fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After that the rest of the Corru had lost their morale, and were routed easily. Too bad I didn't have to blow up&lt;br /&gt;the planet. It's been a while since I have done that.  Oh well maybe next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-7622138611180005895?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/7622138611180005895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=7622138611180005895&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/7622138611180005895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/7622138611180005895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-well.html' title='Oh well.'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SPQWmLilafI/AAAAAAAAA5w/0r3In42VWDs/s72-c/frogman.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-7630199434033581306</id><published>2008-10-06T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:44:08.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vella: the imposter revealed.</title><content type='html'>Stakeouts are boooorrrrrinnnnggggg. We watched as HS hung around the Titans all day.  Mostly he moped, well a lot. Oh and at one point he embarrassed himself in front of Kara. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SOrVdy-IUlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_hJKb4hH0FU/s1600-h/gross..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SOrVdy-IUlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_hJKb4hH0FU/s320/gross..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254246623156392530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So here I am eating my 8th triple bacon cheese burger. When Shiara asks. “How can you eat like that?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’m hungry." I shrug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She rolls her eyes “Saiyans... always hungry. Can't we just go in?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No then the imposter won't show up." I remind her." Why are you miss cranky pants lately?  You're normally so quiet like C... C... Huh  I know another  girl that's all quiet... she had a name that started with a "c"."  Why can't I remember this girl's name? I never forget anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Vella... I need to tell you something... I think I could be pregnant." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I slap my palm into my face. “I told HS not to buy those cheap condoms... who the heck has heard of Spartans?  THIS IS DEFECTIVE!!!!!"  She gives me a weird look.  “I guess you didn't see 300."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Its not funny Vella, It could happen to you, and Jason.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I point at my ring. “No, no it couldn't." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Is their anything that thing can't do?" She gasps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Its only limited by my imagination I'm not having any kids until I'm a hundred." I announce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jason would be dead by then." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Bah!  Stupid short life span... hey! That’s me rubbing HS' chest!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I smash through the walls. I bet that's going out of my allowance. “Okay fakey I don't know why you had to make me look like some kind of sicko but it's over who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well I tried to take Shiara's from when I when I took that hair from the brush too bad it was yours..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I growl. “You needed my hair?  You're not a Skrull."       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;“No I'm &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Everyman_(DC_Comics)"&gt; Everyman.&lt;/a&gt; I was hired by some... interested parties to help break the saiyan royal family even further apart. I was going to take Shiara's form to turn Devil boy against you... But after getting your hair instead. ..  I thought turning you, and Shiara against each other would accomplish that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I punch him in the jaw, then Shiara, and HS all take a few shots at him. Then we turn him over to the Titans who put him away turns out this "Everyman" is wanted.  Well I’m glad he's out of my life now.  I was about to leave Shiara alone with HS when she waves “Say hello to Cass for me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Who? Um Shiara, Wondergirl is in the other room." &lt;br /&gt;“Not Wondergirl... you know Cass your twin brother's girlfriend."    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what she's talking about." My twin brother’s girlfriend’s name is Kara."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Um Batgirl?"   She shakes her head. "Short girl dark hair. Wears all black” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Um Batgirl is a red head, her name is her name is Barbara, and she's too old for my brother... well maybe not Trunks. See you later!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wonder who the heck Shiara is talking about... Wait a minute was that a Robin I don't recognize back there?  Don't be silly Vella you know Jason is Robin. I must be working too hard... or there was something weird in those bacon cheese burgers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-7630199434033581306?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/7630199434033581306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=7630199434033581306&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/7630199434033581306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/7630199434033581306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/10/vella-imposter-revealed.html' title='Vella: the imposter revealed.'/><author><name>Vella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11805328909199769672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/R5MM30t8M_I/AAAAAAAAACc/gTGZmHI8XXg/S220/Vella+Lantern.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SOrVdy-IUlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_hJKb4hH0FU/s72-c/gross..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-3990560095565817367</id><published>2008-09-27T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:49:07.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vella:Okay what?</title><content type='html'>Wow I've been busy after the whole Cass' whole Slade obsession, and now I had been called with other Lanterns to capture some stray Sinestro Corps members. Though I could do without The Alpha Lanterns telling me my "Kiddie Club" is getting in the way of my responsibilities as a Green Lantern. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Guardians haven't said anything about it, and if Hal, and John can run with the JLA me being on a team should be no problem. Bah! Whatever arrogant cyborgs.  I Step out of the locker room shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Why are you parading around nude?" Rayan yells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why are you in the girl's locker room?" I  giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Great! I can't read the signs around here!" he growls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You need to use your ring to translate these things they didn't teach you that yet?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “He slaps his forehead.” I must have skipped over that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “And that's why you haven't earned your badge buddy." I grin. “It’s not like you haven't seen a naked woman before though have you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He turns all red “Actually it is..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well too bad you had your chance pal." I dress using my speed.  "I have a boyfriend now... though the offer still stands for me to introduce you to a saiyan girl well I’m going to your sector to see Justice  ... oh yeah if you have that reaction to Naked girls don't hang around Legacy HQ, Batgirl roams around nude all the time." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So glad I'm not stationed on Earth anymore..." he grunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Keep that attitude, and you'll be a 50 year old virgin." I grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I laugh as he mumbles some curse words when I fly off Well  I guess they aren't really curse words  mostly words I use  like gosh  and darn not anything my dad uses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I stop by Justavia and talk with Justice for a while she keeps complaining about Grandpa Vegeta.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“The man is impossible! He's more arrogant than grandpa, and has a greater bloodlust he wants to kill men, women, children the elderly, and pets anything. He destroys full planets I wanted to fight the Corru but I wanted to be better than them not just as bad." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I shrug. “As sick as it is grandfather does have a point if the kids grow up to be enemies." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Vella you can't mean that!" She looks all shocked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Not saying I agree with the point, I'm just saying I can see it.  The problem is He's acting like he did when Freeza used our people as a weapon. He's not doing very well with change but what do you expect from a guy who named a planet after himself, and exiled his youngest son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Justice gives me a blank stare." Vella what are you talking about? Grandpa was taken off Planet Vegeta as a kid and used as a slave for Freeza." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not talking about daddy; I'm talking about his younger brother grandpa sent him off the planet as a kid because he wasn't all that great a fighter. Wait you haven't met Uncle Table yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No. I didn't know there was an Uncle Table, wait Vegeta? Table? He here Hahhahahahahahahahahaha!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah I know. I can't talk my name is Vella, and my mom wanted to name me Bikini so yeah can't make fun of anyone's name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After gossiping a bit I go back home.  Alright no messages from Cass saying I'm needed. Cool! I can catch up on my shows Myth busters,   some shows on the Science channel, all my favorite cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My dad , and Mr. Logan in the &lt;a href="http://amazingmutantrace4.blogspot.com/"&gt; Amazing Mutant Race&lt;/a&gt; Man I hope Mr. Logan doesn't take out his frustration on me  in survival class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway when I start watching when Shiara barges in. “there you are! Explain yourself missie!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know what I mean!" She shrieks. “You’ve been hitting on HS!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "EEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!! You must be thinking of a different royal family. We won't sleep with each other.  Besides you've met my boyfriend. Tall guy, black hair with a white streak in it, goes by Red Hood?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Vella I saw you!" She protests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You didn't see me... I've been following around Legacy fighting evil Darkseid possessed Mary Marvel, and Heroslayer, then I was in space for the last two days." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “But it looked like you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Your universe doesn't have Skrulls, or Martians or Mystique does it?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm a shape shifter myself Vella... I should have known... Why would a shape shifter want to make me be angry at you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s find out when we catch him, or her or whatever."  I grin. You know what this means right?" I activate my ring making my costume appear “Team up!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SN8xYkJDzFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/e-ouBAc7GEI/s1600-h/team+up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SN8xYkJDzFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/e-ouBAc7GEI/s320/team+up.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250969988625583186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Vella! Do you have to be excited about everything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrug “Why not?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-3990560095565817367?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/3990560095565817367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=3990560095565817367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/3990560095565817367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/3990560095565817367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/09/vellaokay-what.html' title='Vella:Okay what?'/><author><name>Vella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11805328909199769672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/R5MM30t8M_I/AAAAAAAAACc/gTGZmHI8XXg/S220/Vella+Lantern.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SN8xYkJDzFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/e-ouBAc7GEI/s72-c/team+up.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-2169463492121427942</id><published>2008-09-19T20:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T04:23:57.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vince: Ooops.</title><content type='html'>I'm quite sure I failed at that. But the other half knocked out some ninjas, and then this weird furry thing attacked Cass.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SNSjCHRe8-I/AAAAAAAAAQY/m8vdUaf6U3s/s1600-h/ninjara.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SNSjCHRe8-I/AAAAAAAAAQY/m8vdUaf6U3s/s320/ninjara.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247998722500916194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cass is pissed at me. &lt;a href="http://teamlegacywestcity.blogspot.com/2008/09/invnicible-iron-lad-end-of-fools-errand.html"&gt; I used the split form technique and one half of me tried to kill Deathstroke. &lt;/a&gt; I or the other me flew down to see why it wanted to kill Cassandra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You see Cass, and Rose Wilson knocked it off the building. I confront it. “Hey! Why do you want to kill my girlfriend freak?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “As if you can me a freak monkey boy!" She growls “My people were here on Earth alongside humans... you on the other hand are the child of a space alien. You're the freak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Whatever furry! Why do you want to kill Batgirl?" I challenge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She spits. “A boy with a tail shouldn't call anyone a furry. I wanted to regain my status, as a great assassin, and Martial artist! The Blood of the Batgirl will do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I laugh.  “I’ve never heard of you. In fact Shiva was the best before, and now Cass." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Damn Shiva over rated bitch!" she snarls.  “look boy I will kill you're little lady even if it takes fifty years, and I have to be crippled to do it or I die trying." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Okay so the only way you'll stop is if Cass kills you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes! She snarls but I'll kill you first!" The freak jumps at me, and breaks her sword on my chest." Oh shit!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I decide I'd scare her. “Prepare to die!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait tell Raphael I still love him before I die." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I roll my eyes. "Who's he?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A Mutant Turtle in New York." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEW! I mean EEW! I just envisioned that! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SNS29OYwF9I/AAAAAAAAAQg/unIAbXu5Ro0/s1600-h/eeew.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SNS29OYwF9I/AAAAAAAAAQg/unIAbXu5Ro0/s320/eeew.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248020628743657426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then I imagined what a kid of theirs would look like and in my disgust I accidentally blasted. She was thrown in the air, and flown into the horizon I didn’t mean to kill her just scare her, I guess its' still be better than Cass having to kill her and go through all that pain, she can see the body language of the dying, and it traumatizes her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So I guess that's good.  Doesn't stop Cass from being mad at me, for the one half, blasting Deaths stroke, and the other half   Maybe killing fox thing... wait what do I mean by maybe? There's no way she could have survived that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So Cass reads me the riot act... and tells me I'm not supposed to kill and then walks into her cave. Sigh.   I sit there, in the meeting room, yeah we didn't catch Deathstroke, and who knows what happened top Ravager, but we did catch a whole bunch of super criminals. I say we just take that victory and roll with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; While I’m thinking this, Inertia runs in laughing. “Ya didn't see me Vince."  He smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wonder what he did until I see Iron boy come in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Who did this to my armor?" He bellows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SNTQAsimhtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/PL94rWfSn4w/s1600-h/ironboy+girl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SNTQAsimhtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/PL94rWfSn4w/s320/ironboy+girl.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248048176168339154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! That's a pink, and purple nightmare.... well I feel a little better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-2169463492121427942?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/2169463492121427942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=2169463492121427942&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/2169463492121427942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/2169463492121427942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/09/vince-ooops.html' title='Vince: Ooops.'/><author><name>Vince Briefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360513355515104465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/R753rptFc1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/rry-dhioH-Y/S220/Vincent.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SNSjCHRe8-I/AAAAAAAAAQY/m8vdUaf6U3s/s72-c/ninjara.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-2893007496916039783</id><published>2008-09-12T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T04:08:44.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the race begin</title><content type='html'>So I'm in &lt;a href="http://amazingmutantrace4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amazing Mutant Race 4&lt;/a&gt; Why you may ask when I have so much going on.  Bah! The saiyans all have their battle assignments, all that's happening now is they are coming up to me , and whining about  whatever they want me to do like I'm Santa Claus or something. I think one of them even asked me for a pony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Let Trunks deal with that for a while. Also teenagers are very annoying every night the Boy is screaming “Yes! Hit me again!  You really are Destruction's Daughter!" From his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Or the girl out side shouting “Take me my Warrior! Yes!"  It's times like this I really wish I didn't have super hearing.   So spending a little time away will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I fly to the X-mansion. I announce “The King is here!"  No one even looks up Hmph. I pass Henchman, and his HYDRA buddies torturing Deadpool. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SMteAozkARI/AAAAAAAAA2U/lDv4LKv1oj0/s1600-h/Henchpool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SMteAozkARI/AAAAAAAAA2U/lDv4LKv1oj0/s320/Henchpool.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245389556049772818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Some weird freak jumps up to me.” Hello I'm Marrow, and I'll bow to the King anytime. If you get my meaning."&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SMth5NFKXNI/AAAAAAAAA2c/W6i00benlpo/s1600-h/Marrow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SMth5NFKXNI/AAAAAAAAA2c/W6i00benlpo/s320/Marrow.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245393826394823890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ugh! Disgusting! So I heard rumors I was going to be assigned some freak called Maggot, Fagot or something.  So depending on which is right, he'll either have bug powers, or cigarette powers neither one sounds very useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Didn't matter I didn't see any one with that name there I snort. When Vella pops up behind me Crap! I forgot her, and Vincent go to school here. “Hey! Daddy! Did you hear about Maggot?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "No." I respond.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She giggles. " They were going to keep Mr. Logan out of the race, because they were too many mutants, then he runs around growling " They ain't keepin' me outta the race" here I drew a comic!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh wonderful another one of Vella's childishly drawn comics. Sigh.  Bulma keeps saying I should encourage her... but really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SMtpu9vgqYI/AAAAAAAAA2s/uc31kSRhdjY/s1600-h/Vella+AM4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SMtpu9vgqYI/AAAAAAAAA2s/uc31kSRhdjY/s400/Vella+AM4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245402446571809154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt; The Rodent sneaks up behind “That’s slander! I'd never flamin' do that!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I look up. “You mean you didn't trick Maggot into a shipping crate, and mailed him somewhere, but before you sent him, you wounded him with your claws?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No I did that; I'd never say wanna see somethin' cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Tch loser. I watch Henchman put more weight on Deadpool I'd say Deadpool has about 1,000 pounds on his chest, then the HYDRA agents sit on him. I laugh, until I hear Deadpool is Henchman's partner in the race then I laugh harder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I hear my name being announced in the room where they do that...  let's see who I ended up with. Xavier announces, "Up next is Vegeta. Let me see. I think Marrow had made a special request to be assigned to the Sayian King." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Please no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Just glad it ain't me. Ha!" Logan grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Logan, I think we all are. However the Standards and Practices division of the network that will be broadcasting this show has indicated that Marrow's "power" is just too disgusting to be aired on television. Since he isn't being allowed to play, I have to pick a new, totally random partner for Vegeta. Let's see who . . hmm . ." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A picture of my partner comes up on the screen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SMtxkQARCnI/AAAAAAAAA20/PCxRBrlFk7A/s1600-h/Wolverine+yellow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SMtxkQARCnI/AAAAAAAAA20/PCxRBrlFk7A/s400/Wolverine+yellow.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245411058588387954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Aw Crap!" Logan gripes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My reaction. " MWHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"  Yes he smells like cigars, and we hate each other, but I get the fun of making his life miserable. That and I don't have to team up with Marrow, who is right now flashing me I ... I think I am going to be ill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-2893007496916039783?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/2893007496916039783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=2893007496916039783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/2893007496916039783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/2893007496916039783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-race-begin.html' title='Let the race begin'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SMteAozkARI/AAAAAAAAA2U/lDv4LKv1oj0/s72-c/Henchpool.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-5483758709362938407</id><published>2008-08-31T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:17:13.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family trip</title><content type='html'>Mirai seems to be back to his normal self. And everything else is about as normal as it gets around here.  Vella and Vincent are fighting as usual.  The two destroyed the west wing, and terrorized employees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bulma shouts “Okay you two! Stop it!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She later complains to me. “One minute they're all sweet and nice to each other, the next they're punching each other through walls." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “They are young saiyans full of energy I am quite proud."  I smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulma rolls her eyes. “What you people beat up your own relatives?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mirai, and Trunks say in unison " You haven't been paying attention have you mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You know." Bulma grins. “Maybe you boys should all go somewhere to bond a while us girls do the same thing? Hey you can go camping." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I growl. "Why the hell would I want to do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m going off to with Vella, and Bra to a Spa. You might as well do something with them besides fighting." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “But we saiyans are a warrior race..."  I start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah Yeah I heard it all before. You're going!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Bah!" I reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She whispers in my ear “And try to get Mirai to talk to Vampi." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What am I cupid? Trunks gets up  " Well you guys have fun I'm going to see my fiancé'"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Actually son Marron is going with us. So you go with your dad." She smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't like this. Vella is showing promise in her training her missing a few days may mean she'll have to play catch up.  And she begs us to take her with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “They’re going to make me take a mud bath I don't want to take a mud bath!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bulma gets Bra to drag her to the car. “You’ll have fun don't worry."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vella tries to get out of it. “But um The Guardians called I'm needed on OA." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nice try Vella." Bra Smiles. “But when mom gets set on something it's just best to try, and survive it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Hey!" Bulma protests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bra looks over, and telepathically says to me. "Don't worry Papa I'll squeeze in a little sparring with Vella between shopping trips."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Heh. That's my girl. Trunks appears from a corner.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Where were you?" Mirai asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Warning Cabain that mom has a crazy idea, and not to come here."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent shakes his head. “Or you just want him around. Anyway, this is totally gay; I mean a bunch of guys out in the woods, alone? Can I bring Cass?"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Trunks shakes his head." No way am I listening to teenage sex while trying to sleep in the woods. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We fly off as I listen to Vincent, and Trunks snipe at each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You’re just going to let them argue at each other aren’t you Father?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He looks around." You know we passed all the camp grounds about five minutes ago, we're not even in California anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I know camping is stupid." I smirk we're doing something else   we land on an island in the Pacific Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Where are we father?" Mirai questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “An island infested with monsters. The locals have spread the story that you can kill them and gain experience like an RPG." I explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Is that true dad do these people get stronger?" Vincent asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Not really.  No more than normal physical exercise anyway But we're different we're saiyans after every battle. We do get stronger." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trunks pipes up “then why do they say it? Dad?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I point at the other people here.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SLt_ervtq_I/AAAAAAAAA18/a_kSA4cqzxw/s1600-h/larpers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SLt_ervtq_I/AAAAAAAAA18/a_kSA4cqzxw/s320/larpers.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240922756491357170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;  " The monsters eat them not the locals." I respond I see some girl wave at Vincent.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SLuBThRK3XI/AAAAAAAAA2E/xsMgUEHCL54/s1600-h/Renisance+girl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SLuBThRK3XI/AAAAAAAAA2E/xsMgUEHCL54/s320/Renisance+girl.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240924763723586930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Looks as if you're getting some attention, boy. Maybe you should jump on it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He shrugs “I’m dating Cass, so no." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Dude! You're young." Trunks states." No reason to attach yourself to one woman at seventeen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes." I state. “You have a long life might as well enjoy it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mirai steps in “Vincent. Go with your own judgment. Remember our father used to be evil, and our brother is a pervert."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So Vincent went ahead and started fighting monsters Instead of flirting. Sigh that boy is going to end up marrying the second girl he's been with it looks like. Bah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Any way I'm having fun Killing Cyclopes I'm not sure of the plural of that word but whatever and other creatures that want to eat me. Mirai was battling a little bit more aggressively than usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That and he almost let a vampire girl bite him before I ripped her head off. Looks like he won't admit it. But he's a little off after the crap that happened to him recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I leave the boy to walk around the local labyrinth. Where all the stronger meaner monsters are living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find Vincent being attacked by some Japanese kid yelling. “You’re a pokemon!  I will capture you, and use you in battles!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What the hell is a Pokemon? Any way I'm a person!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No you're not you have a tail, and funny hair!"  The kid shots sending Pokemon after him Vincent just knocks them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I busy myself killing Minotaurs, and a mummy? How'd that get here?   I walked out after I was starting to get hungry, and Go to save Trunks after I hear him yelp " Gah! Tentacle Monster!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When we get there we found he killed it, and was hitting on some twenty year old woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mirai smirks. “So you've met my engaged brother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On the way away from the island Trunks growls at Mirai. “Man your new name you Buzz Killington." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "What? I'd rather not see Marron castrate you with a Destructo Disk. “He laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vincent gets my attention. “I thought we were sleeping on that island." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No we'll sleep in our own beds." I answer." Tomorrow we'll get Cabain, and come back. But I am not sleeping in some stupid tent, nor am I eating hotdogs on a stick. Who wants subs? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well that was fun. Though I'm afraid by the time this vacation is over that island will be monster free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-5483758709362938407?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/5483758709362938407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=5483758709362938407&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/5483758709362938407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/5483758709362938407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/08/family-trip.html' title='Family trip'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SLt_ervtq_I/AAAAAAAAA18/a_kSA4cqzxw/s72-c/larpers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-6849927517940931484</id><published>2008-08-18T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:04:27.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vella: MOM!</title><content type='html'>You know I woke up feeling pretty good. Played with my dog and, Vincent's crazy super cat didn't try to bully Drippy.   Had a great day at school. I made all A's on my tests. Laura told me this really funny story, about her dad, fighting a mutant who turned into ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And then I got home.  Mom had some weird guy about my age sitting there by her.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SKmcpd_9fLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mgxESAN1REw/s1600-h/nerd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SKmcpd_9fLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mgxESAN1REw/s320/nerd.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235888278036380850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wave.  Mom smiles "I'd like you meet Irwin he's from the high school internship program I’ll let you talk." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Umm why?  Oh well might as well be nice.  He keeps trying to get me to play a card game.  I don't like card games. Then he yammers on, and on I'm pretty bored pretty quick.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then while Day dreaming about something else.  I hear. “You’ll have to stop wearing that inappropriate costume, and this violent life of yours." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Huh? What are you talking about?"  I say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “If you want to date me those are the rules. Your costume is too revealing it shows off everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My stomach churns date him? Eww. And my costume shows off what exactly? I’m not Powergirl, and I wear underwear unlike some superhero girls. I’m looking at you She-Hulk. And all you can see from my outfit is my face. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SKmj3ctHmaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4sIr5N_iVTw/s1600-h/Vella+Lantern.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SKmj3ctHmaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4sIr5N_iVTw/s320/Vella+Lantern.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235896214788479394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I’m not dating you. In fact I have a boyfriend."  I snort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes your mom told me, a ne'r do well who thinks with his fists, and wastes his life in pursuit of vengeance. Hardly a man of breeding." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “It isn't about vengeance! He just wants people to not go through what he did1 Yeah he was a little mad about Batman not killing the Joker. But the stuff he did around that time was more about the Lazarus Pit, and not his own thing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He gets this superior look on his face. “The boy is a punk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay what would Wonder Woman do in a case like this? Ignore him and leave. Justice?  Probably insult him, and leave.  Bra? Hurt him.   Hmm what should I do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I create a three Jason constructs with my ring in his different identities.  Red Hood, Red Robin, and Red X. Have two of the hold them while Hood gives him a wedgie. Something tells me this guy is used to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He yells. " Forget dating me!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay on to the on to a swirlie you go them Lucky he didn't have as much hair as Raditz when I stuck his head in the toilet. Man! Vincent is a bad influence on me. Then a gain we both picked up from dad, and his constant pranks on MR Logan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Any way I find mom. “Why did you try to set me up with that loser?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Vella..." She begins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "NO!" I yell. "You know what? I'm going to talk. I can make my own decisions." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Oh like that time you let that old perv Roshi kiss you?" Mom growls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Okay I can be naive at times. That was some time ago when I didn't know that much. I made a mistake but it's my mistake not yours. Jason may be a mistake, but that's mine to make. I'm sure you would have loved if your parents were against you and dad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mom gives me a look. “Boy do I know about mistakes. I made one for years his name was Yamcha. He cheated on me, and I made excuse after excuse. I can say one thing about your father he's loyal I just don't want to see you hurt." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrug. “And would you have done if your parents said you couldn't have seen Yamcha?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She smiles. “Seen him anyway. You've grown up too fast kid you know that?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes but I hear all kids do that anyway."   I grin. “So what did you do about Yamcha cheating on you? Besides breaking up." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mom shows me a picture.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SKmyuk-wwRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/N5rm2KOpp9E/s1600-h/Bulma+attacks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SKmyuk-wwRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/N5rm2KOpp9E/s320/Bulma+attacks.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235912555065557266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start laughing like crazy. “Your hair what's up with it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was the 80's that's all that needs to be said about that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Okay any way mom will you stop trying to set me up with people? And also what did I do to you to deserve that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine but I'll still be concerned about you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hug her," Wouldn't have it any other way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The rest of the day I help another Green Lantern save a resort planet. They give me a free weekend pass.  I look around and the place seems um clothing optional. Cool I can spend a weekend here with Jason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-6849927517940931484?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/6849927517940931484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=6849927517940931484&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/6849927517940931484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/6849927517940931484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/08/vella-mom.html' title='Vella: MOM!'/><author><name>Vella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11805328909199769672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/R5MM30t8M_I/AAAAAAAAACc/gTGZmHI8XXg/S220/Vella+Lantern.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SKmcpd_9fLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mgxESAN1REw/s72-c/nerd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-1588766960363035909</id><published>2008-08-11T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:54:51.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Raditz</title><content type='html'>Raditz is Kakarot's older brother, and annoying. I wish we could have left him to rot in Hell.  But know Bardock just had to have him back in the living I wish there was a way to get rid of his ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That and as someone else once pointed out to me he looks like a pineapple. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SKEWqOSewPI/AAAAAAAAAnI/922Mq63qY1g/s1600-h/Raditz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SKEWqOSewPI/AAAAAAAAAnI/922Mq63qY1g/s320/Raditz.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233489156627153138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now he wants to talk to me, Bah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I sit in the throne room on the new Saiyan home world. I won't let them call it "New Vegeta" that's dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Hey King Vegeta! Wow! It's so odd to call you that!  I have something to say I have done quite well in our recent battles, and well I would like a reward." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I yawn. “You survived big deal.  I'll get you a cookie." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “No I would like a chance to battle for your daughter's hand.” he leers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I roll my eyes. “If you want to have your ass kicked by your own nephew that’s no skin off my nose." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not the one with the kids. The young one." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My fists tighten on the arm chair." You are as old I am freak!  Besides Vella is involved."   Wow I sound like Mirai. Okay time to try a different argument.  “She doesn't want anything to do with you. In fact she was putting your head in the toilet in the other day." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Her brother helped her!" He protests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “All Vincent did was flush the toilet and laugh. Still haven't gotten all of the hair out of that toilet.  She'd break your head off if you even suggested marriage to her. Find some female at your pitiful power level."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But... But... “He tried to stammer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then I get an idea, an evil one Raditz, you see is an idiot. Not as bad as his little brother but still he's dumb.  “Okay Raditz, beat down Vella's boy friend's father, and we'll talk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Okay where can I find him? Ha! A middle aged human should be easy to beat!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I smirk yes let him think that. “He’s in an Earth city called Gotham. He's hard to miss, he wears all black a cape, and a mask. He may also be fighting a clown." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAHAHHAHAHA! I will destroy him!" he Jumps into the transporter to earth I follow I have to see this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen minutes later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SKEkIJKZikI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/RsY6FeJBG18/s1600-h/beaten+Raditz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SKEkIJKZikI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/RsY6FeJBG18/s320/beaten+Raditz.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233503964298316354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I was beaten, humiliated... by a human...how?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SKElNPsakyI/AAAAAAAAAnY/YmwyVy__IUo/s1600-h/Batman+real.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SKElNPsakyI/AAAAAAAAAnY/YmwyVy__IUo/s320/Batman+real.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233505151462576930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“I’m Batman." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chuckled at this. The ghost of Bardock appeared in front of me. “Was that needed?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes it entertained me immensely." I laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He shakes his ghostly head. “Whatever just don't kill him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Bah! Spoil all my fun ghost! You know one day I'll find a way to be rid of you! Oh well plan B." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; B as in Bra. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SKEt9GdOySI/AAAAAAAAAng/Mqhqd6fky7g/s1600-h/SS+Bra.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SKEt9GdOySI/AAAAAAAAAng/Mqhqd6fky7g/s320/SS+Bra.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233514769709713698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You sick freak! Trying to win my baby sister as some kind of prize? Bah! I'll break every bone in your body!  You'll wish you were in Hell!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What? Bardock just said he didn't want him killed. Bra beating the stuffing out of him, after he was already humiliated by Batman, will just make him wish he was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Good thing I hadn't told any of the boys about this they would have killed him. Though like I said before as I watch my oldest daughter knee him in the groin at Mach 3.  He would probably wish he was dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-1588766960363035909?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/1588766960363035909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=1588766960363035909&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/1588766960363035909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/1588766960363035909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-raditz.html' title='I hate Raditz'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SKEWqOSewPI/AAAAAAAAAnI/922Mq63qY1g/s72-c/Raditz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-5392687842462283816</id><published>2008-08-06T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:59:47.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>triple post</title><content type='html'>Vincent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cassandra keeps trying to get me to talk to HS. Fine. Whatever you want girl. What is this crap with people's feelings? I'm beginning to see why Dad hides in his Gravity Room all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Devil boy!"  I shout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry Vincent, I’m not family anymore you got what you want." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smack him in the back of the head. "OW! What the hell?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What does father say about the Royal family warriors Nephew?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “What the fu..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No that's not it. It’s that we don't whine.  Dad thinks there's something wrong with my brother even if he wasn't you are still family. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HS shakes his head. “You’ve got a lot of Vegeta in you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you, and his name is Grandpa to you." I grunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “So you don't believe the crap Great Grandpa Vegeta says anymore?" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I shrug. “No the old man said some crap about my mother. I figured if he's wrong about her, he's wrong about most things. Anyway if you ever need me, call." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There hope that was good enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The former King Vegeta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr!  My son has surrounded himself with freaks. I guess I should not be surprised after Freeza killed me he took the boy. Who the Hell knows what that lipstick wearing freak taught him.  If I had raised him he would be ruler of a vast empire by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And he by damn wouldn't be palling around with vampires, and bringing Satan's son into the royal family, or that Skrull like freak Justice. “Justice" what a name. It's a total lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Oh we can't kill the children of the enemy oooh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What a joke. The children will grow up to be the enemy. She tried to assert some kind of imaginary authority over me. “You are here as our ally. You take out orders not make up your own." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Quiet Skrull!" I shout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I'm not a skrull!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “How should I know? You're a shape shifting freak. The smartest thing Mirai has ever done is throw you away like the trash you are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How dare you!" she whines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I dare all I am the king of saiyans!" I announce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She spits. “Not anymore your not. Grandpa kicked your ass, and killed your pawns what twice now? You're a has been." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I will not hear this crap from a little monster.  I slap her in the mouth. Her bald magician acts to attack.  “Try anything bestiality boy and I'll blow up this damn planet." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What are you...” he tries to protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ha! You can't fool a saiyan you weirdo. I smell you all over her. She's got all animal DNA. You like screwing animals, weirdo? HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!" I point at the freak girl. “You stay out of my way you have no authority over the saiyans. We kill who we want to kill, my son wants the Corru dead then all of them will die, warriors, women, children, farm animals their entire planets. And if you get in my way. You will too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I walk away with my saiyans when one comments "I didn't know you were a supersaiyan." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eh? What?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When you slapped the monster your hair turned gold and eyes turned green." &lt;br /&gt; Well well. Looks like the balance of power may have shifted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Vegeta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The rebel general in the war with the Corru, Who's name I can't remember right now Camel? Called me and blabbed on and on about father. I demanded she put Justice on the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had been in space for the last hour on the way to Drakulon, and Solitaire had lost its entertainment value. So I was actually thankful for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grandpa... I mean Vegeta... I don't know what to call you now." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Either one is fine. Now what's this I hear about my father?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's encouraging the other generals to kill everyone children women whatever, and he slapped me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “And? Just beat him down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “But he's your father..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “And he's also a saiyan, that's the only way to get your point across." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Grandpa, he turned into a super saiyan."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I shrug. “Last time you sparred with Vella your power was close to a Super Saiyan 3 it's probably stronger now. If father is a super saiyan he's still no match."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Isn’t there a way I can talk him out of this?" She almost begs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No. Not for a saiyan we only respect power."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My ship announced "Approaching Drakulon Lord Vegeta." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mom’s planet? Why are you going there?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’ll know soon enough." I turn off the screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I land and am smacked in the face by the smell of blood. My least favorite part of this planet. That and everything is red the sky, the ground, the water. How can Broly stand it here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  No one bothers me until I get into the old style castle and am about to meet with the council. Two security guards step in my way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Your people broke the alliance with ours you will only see the council through our dead bodies. I shrug and knock them through the door they slide on the council table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "How about your knocked out bodies?" I smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Vegeta! This is an act of war! As if what Mirai had done wasn't already reason enough." This old vampire shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I sit, and put my feet up on the table. “Now who said I approved of the divorce eh? In fact I was hiding the papers until a Mirai look alike stole them from me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Why would you do that?" a woman asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Maybe because Mirai is not acting in his right mind. He's being used as a puppet. Here are some brain scans done by my woman, before he left to fight a creature called the Time Trapper, and after. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why would he do this?"  A third vampire asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Two reasons. First one this dark Mirai hates my son, and wants to destroy his life. Second the Trapper wants us to go to war he likes chaos, and wants to cause it where ever. Though the Trapper is supposedly dead after the doppelganger popped back up I'm not so sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They look at the brain scans." It's obvious something is wrong with Prince Mirai's brain, if this scheme you tell us is true we of Drakulon will not be some unknown entity's playthings. Fine the council will ignore Mirai's requests until he can be shown to be in his right mind again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well that’s what I wanted anyway. Good I leave the planet after signing alliance oath, and am disappointed to find that Vampirella already left the planet. On my way home, I get a message that Raditz wants to talk to me damn I never want to talk to Raditz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-5392687842462283816?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/5392687842462283816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=5392687842462283816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/5392687842462283816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/5392687842462283816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/08/triple-post.html' title='triple post'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-1113970400331124171</id><published>2008-07-30T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:39.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kakarot is a lying Clown.</title><content type='html'>I usually put up with that fool Kakarot's antics, because he is almost a great a warrior as I am. But this one took the cake as you Earthlings say.  You see he put up this little post on his   &lt;a href="http://thehopeoftheuniverse.blogspot.com/2008/07/hahhahahahaaha.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He found this little fan made video somewhere with me begging for sex with Bulma. Bah! I beg for nothing! I am a king damn it! Also as every one who’s met in person knows.  MY VOICE DOESNT SOUND LIKE THE AMERICAN DUBBED VERSION OF DRAGONBALL Z!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The man sounds like he's been giving fellatio to a cactus. Tch! As if I need proof that I have got it "Going on."  I'll give you five things that prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mirai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SJDB8epN5iI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/1a6FOgORPuk/s1600-h/Mirai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SJDB8epN5iI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/1a6FOgORPuk/s320/Mirai.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228892412139398690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Trunks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SJDCg31acmI/AAAAAAAAAmY/U3qwpSnzIzo/s1600-h/JLU+Trunks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SJDCg31acmI/AAAAAAAAAmY/U3qwpSnzIzo/s320/JLU+Trunks.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228893037376729698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SJDDAqZYEvI/AAAAAAAAAmg/f5UvpB6Fn7o/s1600-h/JLU+BRA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SJDDAqZYEvI/AAAAAAAAAmg/f5UvpB6Fn7o/s320/JLU+BRA.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228893583525286642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SJDDVIkIhTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/RmIao2XsMxI/s1600-h/Vincent.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SJDDVIkIhTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/RmIao2XsMxI/s320/Vincent.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228893935220852018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SJDEYIBsEeI/AAAAAAAAAmw/aRdJsWxJ0HI/s1600-h/JLU+Vella.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SJDEYIBsEeI/AAAAAAAAAmw/aRdJsWxJ0HI/s320/JLU+Vella.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228895086127616482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My heirs all made the fun way. In fact this the scene at my house this morning something tells me Xavier is going to like this.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SJDGE9yzDsI/AAAAAAAAAm4/9-ADK7V7E4c/s1600-h/Veg+Bulma.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SJDGE9yzDsI/AAAAAAAAAm4/9-ADK7V7E4c/s320/Veg+Bulma.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228896955986546370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well not me... but Bulma in next to nothing... Any way what was this morning like at Kakarot's house? Well from what Bra tells me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SJDIWk7UuWI/AAAAAAAAAnA/1xv18YYh7m0/s1600-h/Chi+chi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SJDIWk7UuWI/AAAAAAAAAnA/1xv18YYh7m0/s320/Chi+chi.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228899457572321634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Goku you jerk you didn't put the toilet seat again no more MS Nice gal! I'll teach you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bwhhahahahahaha! Kakarot you're a loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-1113970400331124171?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/1113970400331124171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=1113970400331124171&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/1113970400331124171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/1113970400331124171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/07/kakarot-is-lying-clown.html' title='Kakarot is a lying Clown.'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SJDB8epN5iI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/1a6FOgORPuk/s72-c/Mirai.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-3792939658688832482</id><published>2008-07-27T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:39.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TCH!</title><content type='html'>You know I should never leave my gravity training room. I walk out to hear Vella, and Bulma arguing. Ugh.  I avoid that to go into the living room I Pass Cassandra going to see Vincent about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Goten looks disappointed. “Bra you said she roamed around nude she was wearing clothes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bra hits him on the head. “Sicko! That's a little girl." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No she’s not. She’s legal ..." He starts before getting hit again.   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I growl but ignore this.   I try to leave, and Mirai gives me these papers. “And these are?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Divorce papers, oh and papers saying that, Justice, and HS are now disowned, and are not part of the royal family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Are you the doppelganger?" I accuse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No Father... I just don't feel the same way for Vampi anymore. In fact I feel nothing for her, or the kids whatsoever. I remember everything we had but none of the emotions that those moments have. It's not fair to her, or them to pretend I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Think I'll hold on to these until after Mirai gets a check up from Bulma, and maybe Xavier. This sounds like mind control. God only knows what the Time Trapper did to him. Or it could be a damned Skrull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I swear if Mirai says “he loves you..."I'm going to tear him apart. Not sure which I hate more Skrulls or their stupid saying. “He loves you." No Skrulls he irritates me. Before you ask I don't know nor care who "he" is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Bulma runs up to me screaming. "Look what I found on Vella's school books!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There was a book covering thing made of paper over them, with the letter VB+ JT in a heart, also the words Vella Todd written on it somewhere. “And this is a disaster because?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told her she can't see that boy!" Bulma shouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “And she's old enough to make her own decisions."  I interject. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She’s one!" Bulma protests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No she's almost an adult." I remind her." You don't seem to have a problem with Vincent, and Cassandra."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No Cass isn't a psycho, and I know about the whole Deathstroke drugging her thing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Double standard." I grunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whatever." Bulma spits. "Maybe I should introduce her to a nice boy?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Bah! That'll work out real well." I reply sarcastically. “Any way take a look at these." I hand her the papers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Wait what?" She stares at the papers, after reading them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't ask me, something's up with him.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Hmm yes... I'll have to put him though some tests." She wanders off mumbling. I leave before anymore drama comes my way I still have three more children that can angst my way, and I'm on edge enough as it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I go to a burger place, and order everything on the menu. That should be good for an appetizer. While I'm a eating a burger some idiot comes along. “Wow what did you do to deserve a burger that good?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Eh?"  Was all I could say to such a stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You know that burger is special for special people. So what did you do? To deserve it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Are you insane? I paid for the burger and I'm going to eat it!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You arrogant punk!" The idiot shouts. That’s it! I've had enough for one day! This is the next thing the heckler sees. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SI1H4yE-myI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Dx0s838srM0/s1600-h/veg+punch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SI1H4yE-myI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Dx0s838srM0/s320/veg+punch.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227913783287913250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Safe to say no one else talked to me until after I finished my meal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-3792939658688832482?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/3792939658688832482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=3792939658688832482&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/3792939658688832482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/3792939658688832482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/07/tch.html' title='TCH!'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SI1H4yE-myI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Dx0s838srM0/s72-c/veg+punch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-8387295473749508209</id><published>2008-07-20T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:39.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting the past</title><content type='html'>I ...I remember this. All of those supposed memories I've lost when I was around 19 are back.  Frieza's time travel experiment, when I was younger had thrown me through time I kept appearing in different time periods and galaxies like a saiyan pinball.  Had some affairs with women I shouldn't have ever met, and one I'd meet again later on.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SIQOosiC27I/AAAAAAAAAl4/g7yJen7JIpw/s1600-h/Bulma+Vegeta+panty.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SIQOosiC27I/AAAAAAAAAl4/g7yJen7JIpw/s320/Bulma+Vegeta+panty.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225317559968127922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes I was idiot as a teenager. Though it does explain why Bulma let me live with her after Namek, the minx I suppose I'm irresistible, at least to her. Now my memories of Hope make sense.   Teenaged me had the affair with Hope, and sired Cain, While adult me Fathered Trunks/Mirai, then left to train in space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had forgotten all of this, and I think I know why...  but I can't think about that now. My younger self somehow ended up here. And father had filled his head with crap. This is weird seeing this from the other side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “I can't believe I became such a soft wimp." He sneers. “I should be able to destroy you in seconds.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He flies at me ready to fight I slap him away. "Idiot! You don't get it do you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He growls “What are you talking about?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh. “Foolish boy what is the one constant about saiyans?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Eh?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Damn was I dumb, what happens to us after every battle?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; His eyes go wide. "We get stronger..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And how much more powerful do you think I am at 46 than I am at 19?" I transform into a super saiyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiles "the legend it is true...I will be a super saiyan!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Good night Junior.”  I punch him. He flies through several into a mountain, and it falls into rubble I dig him out. “Huh, so that's where I got the scar on my chin." I shake my head as he bleeds &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think about warning him about some of the things he will go through, I could tell him not think he is a Super saiyan when Freiza kills him, or to just kill Cell before he becomes perfect, all the glory I will win... no it is better to let things go the way they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If I change time I'll probably wake up with cavemen in front yard or something. I look over at Father. “I grab him up by his neck "If that had went wrong I could have wiped out my own timeline!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He smiles. " I knew when I had my scientist allies pull the younger you out of the  Quantum leaping through the time stream you would not kill yourself... you love you too much." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I roll my eyes “Why Father?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Because when I returned from the dead I thought you were dead and in Hell. I had no idea you were still alive, and when I found you... did not want to be take your destiny as King, I made you take the title, and defeat me, and you didn't kill me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “What?"  I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You should have killed me when you defeated me like I thought you would... you could have stated your legend as King. Many great men have started after killing their fathers. I would have been proud and I will be when you finally do it!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I shake my head. “You are insane Father I am not going to kill you, but I can't keep locking you away, you keep escaping. I have it you want to be suicidal? Join the war against the Corru. You gain more glory; I will give you several saiyans as back up.  You can be a hero to our people again. What do you say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He accepts, and any saiyan that wants to can join him though he grumbled at the idea of being around Justice, and HS. “Those things are not my great grand children. The only great grandchildren I have are Bra's keep me away from those freaks and I'll be happy.  Though the other children, Vincent, Vella, Trunks, Mirai, and Bra are fine, and true saiyan warriors."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Whatever as long as it keeps him busy and out of my hair, I don't give a damn if he wants to claim Justice, and HS, or not. Now to put my younger self back where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I transported back to Earth and stopped off at &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;Professor X's&lt;/a&gt;.  “I walk in while he's drinking some cognac he spits out his drink.” Don't tell me someone's cloning you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No it's me." I answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Could you please explain that?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Time travel." Was all I need to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah I see." he answers, “Now that you mention it, he is rather young. And what would you have me do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I was hoping you could keep him from accessing his memories until he grows into me, and fights himself, like I just did." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He rubs his chin" You know I don't have all that much experience with saiyan brains." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smirk. “Didn’t stop you from taking over my brain on LGS." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grins sheepishly. “Yes well since you only asked for a mental block, and not a total erasing of said memories I believe I can help you.” After a few minutes Xavier announces. "It's done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So how can I repay you for this favor?" I question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No need my friend... but if you know any attractive young women who date school head masters you can send them my way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh. "Sure why not? I'll tell you if I meet any."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fly home Bulma gets a look as I'm carrying myself. "Okaaay, is this some weird kinky present? Because two of you could be fun..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Get your mind out of the gutter. I would not want Xavier to have to  mentally block my past self again I'll give you the date and time to return him, So he/ I can live out his/my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It took Bulma some time to set the time machine. When I return to where I left my other self sleeping on a couch I find Justice, and Vella  &lt;a href="http://angelogjustice.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-bday.html#links"&gt; Giving a makeover.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Get away from him you two you are both grounded!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You can't ground me!" Justice challenges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No but I can castrate Galen, I can also destroy every planet in his Universe want to try me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “But...Why are you defending Vincent?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “That’s not Vincent little girl... THAT'S ME!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “EEP Um S-sorry grandpa...We didn't know..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Get out of my sight both of you!"  Stupid children...  I had to wash the make up off my younger self's face, and get rid of the dress. I don't want to give Zarbon or Freiza the wrong idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Finally I see my self go back in time to the very time I left, and since I'm still here, and have no new memories it must have went fine.  I pass Justice, and HS trying to talk sense into Mirai, whose ignoring them both, and watching some TV show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Before I can say anything I hear my pet Skaar fighting with something. I run to find they are playing not fighting, but where did the multi- colored cat come from?     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SIQtsC8bF8I/AAAAAAAAAmA/0YIh-heOgNw/s1600-h/Fizzle+vs+Skarr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SIQtsC8bF8I/AAAAAAAAAmA/0YIh-heOgNw/s320/Fizzle+vs+Skarr.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225351702384416706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-8387295473749508209?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/8387295473749508209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=8387295473749508209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/8387295473749508209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/8387295473749508209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/07/fighting-past.html' title='Fighting the past'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SIQOosiC27I/AAAAAAAAAl4/g7yJen7JIpw/s72-c/Bulma+Vegeta+panty.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-119088393821658478</id><published>2008-07-09T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:39.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interlude: Vincent gets Cooties</title><content type='html'>My Dad's off somewhere probably having some kind of fun battle somewhere. me I got yelled at for introducing  X-23 to Inertia, I thought  hey both clones  one male one female, yeah that didn't work, Laura screamed at me about how his hands were every where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then she runs off somewhere, then Inertia pops up with this cat thing he claims he got from &lt;a href="http://blockadeboy.blogspot.com/"&gt; A fashion designer from his own time.&lt;/a&gt;  He was going to give it to Laura who I last saw making out with Anthony Stark, So no that's not gonna happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno I took a look at the cat thing, and felt its power level was pretty high for a cat looking alien thing. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SHWo8XRQsiI/AAAAAAAAAOo/h_q3iHKIiyI/s1600-h/Fizzle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SHWo8XRQsiI/AAAAAAAAAOo/h_q3iHKIiyI/s320/Fizzle.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221265097997988386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cool I found out after while that it has super powers, he split into four cats. The yellow one that chased Vella's dumb dog, shooting electricity. The Aqua one mind controlled Justice's weird pets to get us Doritos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The pink one walked trough walls and jumped on Trunks' face during a board meeting. Finally the purple one beat Inertia in a race.  “That ain't possible I'm cloned from Barry Allen's grandkid! How did a cat beat a Flash?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I snickered at that, Oh yeah I’m defiantly keeping Fizzle, I mean my dad has that tapeworm looking bug from Hell , Vella has a dog, HS, has a dog too, Justice has a talking frog, and a gremlin, both are really susceptible to telepathy apparently, So I'm defiantly keeping the cool super powered alien cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Despite all the damage he's causing.  It’s not like Thad wants him anyway, after he got his ass beat racing Fizzle Purple heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-119088393821658478?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/119088393821658478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=119088393821658478&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/119088393821658478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/119088393821658478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/07/interlude-vincent-gets-cooties.html' title='Interlude: Vincent gets Cooties'/><author><name>Vince Briefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360513355515104465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/R753rptFc1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/rry-dhioH-Y/S220/Vincent.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SHWo8XRQsiI/AAAAAAAAAOo/h_q3iHKIiyI/s72-c/Fizzle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-2582648579148122305</id><published>2008-07-05T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:40.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn it Father!</title><content type='html'>Bah! Mirai keeps staying here. When I ask why I get some crap about how he was in some universe where he was happy, and it is without his children, And they all deserve better, also he keeps babbling about How Justice gets her saiyan blood from Trunks not him.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not sure there is anyway to tell the difference between which one gave the genes and which one didn't, since technically Mirai, and Trunks are the same person. Whenever anyone from his family comes to see him he refuses to talk and locks himself in his room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  This sucks as the kids say.  I thought I had finally gotten rid of him. I really should have just kept in my pants all these years, all these children Bah! I ignore Mirai 's new loser attitude and try to contact the other saiyans , they haven't been where I have assigned them in the last few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Idiots! I am their king. There had better be a good excuse for this, or heads will roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I use the transporter to the saiyan home world and find all of them nervous. " It's about time you got here boy!"&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SG_piIPowQI/AAAAAAAAAlo/y2YsQHDGd4o/s1600-h/King+Vegeta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SG_piIPowQI/AAAAAAAAAlo/y2YsQHDGd4o/s320/King+Vegeta.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219647265683587330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Father! How did you get out of the Phantom Zone?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I followed Zod and his cronies out! Now my son you will face my son the true heir to the throne." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You know it has been a while since I heard old style saiyanese, the kind people my age called old man tongue. But what he just said didn't make a lick of sense. “I am your only legitimate child father." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “HA! Well you are right about that old man!" I hear from behind me "father has told me what a loser I have become, protecting people? Married to a powerless female? Giving up on ruling the Universe?  Bah! I will never become you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Either I am insane or I just heard my own voice, well a squeakier younger version.  I turn on a 19-20 year old saiyan, barely shaving by looks of him. “What are you some kind of clone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Fool! I am you! Before you became a broken down old senile fool! Now just let me kill you and take our destiny as rulers of all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “If you truly are me you would know I will not lie down, without a fight!" I challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The younger me rolls his eyes. “As weak as you are this will be a snap." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Arrogant fool! Does he not see how powerful I truly am with his Scouter? Of course he would he just wouldn't believe it.  Odd I think I am beginning to remember this.  Why would it take this long for me to recall it? Never mind It looks like I'm about to teach my self a lesson in humility. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SG_xVnVF77I/AAAAAAAAAlw/4scfnZaoSmc/s1600-h/Vegetas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SG_xVnVF77I/AAAAAAAAAlw/4scfnZaoSmc/s320/Vegetas.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219655846782693298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-2582648579148122305?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/2582648579148122305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=2582648579148122305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/2582648579148122305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/2582648579148122305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/07/damn-it-father.html' title='Damn it Father!'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SG_piIPowQI/AAAAAAAAAlo/y2YsQHDGd4o/s72-c/King+Vegeta.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-3602665146696116219</id><published>2008-06-30T23:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:40.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vincent: Ummm</title><content type='html'>The other night me and Cass Watched this harem girl movie, yeah I liked it the girls are hot. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SGnN8wA1u4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/135BUORENDQ/s1600-h/Harem+girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SGnN8wA1u4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/135BUORENDQ/s320/Harem+girls.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217928086849698690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At first I thought she was mad at me, because she just left, but when I walk into my room I find a few hours later I find...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SGnO4iFo75I/AAAAAAAAAOg/v9xiWaGE3Yc/s1600-h/Cass+harem+girl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SGnO4iFo75I/AAAAAAAAAOg/v9xiWaGE3Yc/s320/Cass+harem+girl.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217929113903886226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay Cassie baby that looks...weird. Don't point that knife at me! I don't want a haircut!  But I like it long! What do you mean you’re going to cut it because you have to look at it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Arch I can see I'm not going to win this fight ... ever.   She'll probably cut it in my sleep or something. What is her obsession with short hair?  Gah!  She's dating a saiyan but she doesn't want me to have the long spiky hair, strange strange girl.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This is probably my punishment for my reaction to her weird looking Veil/ Batgirl costume combo Ow! Watch where stick that knife that was my head not my hair. Ow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-3602665146696116219?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/3602665146696116219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=3602665146696116219&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/3602665146696116219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/3602665146696116219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/06/vincent-ummm.html' title='Vincent: Ummm'/><author><name>Vince Briefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360513355515104465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/R753rptFc1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/rry-dhioH-Y/S220/Vincent.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/SGnN8wA1u4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/135BUORENDQ/s72-c/Harem+girls.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-8118900825701282310</id><published>2008-06-23T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T04:14:46.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRRR</title><content type='html'>Continued from &lt;a href="http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/"&gt; here. &lt;/a&gt; Stupid Kal-El! He's now back to his boring clownish self! After he dipped himself into the sun and defeated me, he somehow broke Doom's mind control.  I can feel myself becoming stronger, next time we battle I will break him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But now I would rather punish Doom for his insolence.  The two of us flew into to Doom's castle.  We were attacked by robots. Robots that look like Doom himself, talk about in love with himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You know I have never heard of Doom dating anyone ... he may be actually be in love with himself. A rather vile thought, then again most saiyans think it strange that I married a shapely female scientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Any way we blast or way through the robots And Kal-El lectures me on not killing.  " Bah! As my daughter's boyfriend says let the bodies hit the floor. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Goten says that?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No Batman's kid Jason does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Great Krypton! You let your teenage. Daughter date Red Hood?" He shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I smirk. "You let your son date anything that breathes. Not that we really need to discuss this now henchmen are attacking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I go by his little rule for the henchmen but I don't the way they scream as I snap their bones  makes me think it would have been m ore merciful to just put them out of their misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Did you have to be so brutal?" He asks after we defeat them in a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Whatever." I kick down the door. “Doom! Prepare for pain!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The villain demands, “Leave here arrogant alien!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think not!"  I respond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Doom did warn you."  He blasts me and the Kryptonian with something, magic something.  "I hate magic." Kal slumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me? Well I put up a ki shield.  Doom is shocked. “How...do you have mystical protection?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “No. I have power."  I laugh releasing the energy. He flies across the room. I Run up to him, and tear him out of the armor.  “Ha!  Let’s get ready for your close up."  I tear off the mask. “Wait for the flash. Final..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The Kryptonian knocks me away. “No killing!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You have got to be kidding me!" I growl "He is going to try this shit again It'd be better to put him down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “We don't do that!" he protests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I punch him through the wall no you don't do that! I turn and Doom is in some kind of square looking thing, and he vanishes. Threatening us both.  " Nice Kal-El he escaped to attack the planet again brilliant!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you had just captured him..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Enough Kryptonian I don't care just know next time I meet Doom there will be no mercy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I fly home to West City, and find Mirai in the living room, of my hose.&lt;br /&gt; “What are you visiting?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He looks like a whipped animal when he says “I’m living here now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Great just when it looks like I’m about to get rid of the two younger ones the oldestcomes back.  Worse I hear something splashing in the pool outside. Something huge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I walk outside to find Vella, and Vincent playing with some kind of dinosaur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “We found in a lake in Scotland! Can we keep it daddy?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No."  Damn I think the kids are more annoying than any weak minded Kryptonian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-8118900825701282310?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/8118900825701282310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=8118900825701282310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/8118900825701282310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/8118900825701282310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/06/grrrr.html' title='GRRRR'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-9018714005387108785</id><published>2008-06-16T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:08:21.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now back to our regularly scheduled fight already in  progress</title><content type='html'>The Hell?  I could swear I was fighting the Corru.   Kal-El stares over at me laughing. “Distracted monkey brains? That could be deadly you know." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bah! He is right! I am a saiyan warrior! I should not be day dreaming.  “You want to get back to fighting? Fine with me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I flew towards him and used my speed to make my self look like I'm in front of him instead I kick him from behind. Then Kal did the same to me I had no idea he would just learn from watching me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We trade punches he fights like a brawler with some martial arts skills.  I foot sweep him. And as he falls I punch him down into the dirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Next thing I know the Heat vision, and the ice breath knock me back.  We are more equal than I would like. His speed and strength is pretty close to a SS4. I need to a few seconds to transform to SS5 . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He's not going to give it to me.  He fires his vision, and breathe powers keeping from concentrating my power.  So I do something that I had first discovered from the Jedi Yoda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I gave the Kryptonian a Ki Wedgie.  While he's screaming, and shouting about his humiliation, I transform. Then I come after him with all my full force the stupid villagers living around Doom's castle cursing as our battle destroys their shacks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Why are these idiots still here?   Tch! Losers. Kal takes a few shots to the stomach, and chin He gives back a combination that knocks me back.   He wasn't expecting me to jump back up and throw a Super Gailck Gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He's stunned I know I'm about to win this battle when he does something I would never expect from Kal-El he runs or rather flies off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Coward! I will flay the skin from your bones!" I yell. As I fly after him. He races into to space. What does he not know I will not follow him? Pathetic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He goes into the sun. I sense his power level rise and he charges me with a psychotic rage.  Before I can bring up my power level with a Kaioken, he flies us back to Earth and slams me into the ground, back at freaking Latveria.  My arm, and leg, along with my jaw are all broken, and he's bruised, and bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn him he's beaten me I'm at his mercy.  But then he starts fading what the?  He screams I use the last of my power and elbow him cracking his nose knocking him out.  I fall I can feel my self blacking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Damn it what would trunks call this? Oh yes double KO. I hope I can awake, and eat a Senzu Bean, before the sun heals him, and he kills me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-9018714005387108785?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/9018714005387108785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=9018714005387108785&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/9018714005387108785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/9018714005387108785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/06/now-back-to-our-regularly-scheduled.html' title='Now back to our regularly scheduled fight already in  progress'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-8290159311863552827</id><published>2008-06-04T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:41.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Bulma: On the eve of the final battle.</title><content type='html'>Vendetta's  &lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2008/06/galen-and-justice-suck.html#link"&gt; here.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experiment went well. It looked like Vella’s ring could be the power source that we needed, to open the portal to Galen’s universe. Justice had been bothering me for the last year about it, so at least that will be one annoyance out of the way, did I just write that? Gah I’ve been married to Vegeta for too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not that it seems like it with the war and all.  I think I may have seen him three times in the last year. Sigh I guess sacrifices have to be made for the greater good and all that jazz. . I try not to think about the fact that my Grandson and Daughter could die on this hair brained scheme of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not that it would be a long death if that happened.  I’ve already gathered the Dragonballs so it would be like five minutes.  I wish I could use them to wish the Time Trapper away but alas he’s more powerful than the Dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I was making the final preparations, my Granddaughter in law Gwen had come up, she’s been acting odd, calling herself Vendetta instead of Sparrow. And she bad mouthed Galen which is weird since she was two when he vanished, time travel it gives me a headache.  You know for some reason I can’t remember why Gwen and Bruce went anyway. Probably saiyan love of adventure.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After I explained to her about magic and Bruce Wayne  Gwen started yelling paranoid rantings about how Justice hated her and Stephanie. She started breaking my computers until Bruce Briefs got her to stop, she kept screaming incoherently after that. I've never seen her like this. In all the time I've known Gwen, Justice was like an aunt to her, I don't know why she'd act like that. “Bruce what’s wrong with her?" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  “It’s been getting worse since I freed her from Arkham and all this stress of the last year.  Grandma I wished her back after she was dead for five years." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I don't remember Gwen dying this must have happened in the old timeline Bruce described the one where Black Zero took over the world and I was a brain in a jar." That's way too long Bruce people who have been dead that long..." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  “I know Grandmother but I couldn't live without her."  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Oddly when the Time Trapper's minions attacked after Bruce Had gone into the portal Gwen was back into her Vendetta persona but she kept making insults to Justice about things that didn't happen. Including Justice knowing there was a danger to Vella, or Bruce.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I just know I'm going to hear it from her later about that.&lt;br /&gt;Later…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So after all of the excitement and Bruce ,Galen and Shiara's return  And a tense moment with Laura, everything went back to normal And I drank  some wine to calm my nerves then Justice stormed in I looked up what did she want? &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFUmDphuHJk/SEdf7ABLEOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/uE9ET1M4jlE/s1600-h/Justice.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFUmDphuHJk/SEdf7ABLEOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/uE9ET1M4jlE/s320/Justice.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208236961299108066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Justice takes a breath to calm herself, "Grandma, I thank you for teaching me about technologies and I am glad Galen is back with me but..." her face gets red ..."Vella! How... Why in god's name would..." She was apparently so angry she couldn't talk straight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh.   "I wanted to use the Lantern battery but the energy needed someone to will it, and it turned out all right Vella just has a headache and it looks like Jason is actually acting like a human towards her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hit a hall putting a bent into, "but it could have ended up badly! That was  ... It was a risk I would expected from grandpa not you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shake my head, "I suppose a little of Vegeta has rubbed off on me over the years, But unlike him I think of everything that could happen. And I plan for it. "   I open the safe and the glow of the seven active Dragonballs fills the room.&lt;br /&gt;Justice looks her mouth dropping a bit, "Still Grandma," she paused, "Vella is like my sister... “She sat down looking exhausted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rub my temples.  "I guess I'm too desensitized to death with being able to bring back everyone since I was 16. That and the war have taken its toll... I'm willing to try things I never would before.  But let's hope that Bruce isn't crazy like Gwen and we really can fix everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Justice smiles showing she understands, "this war has taking its toll on everyone grandma. I hope Bruce is right and it all works out too... It's just I have already lost," She pauses, "we lost Dad and I fear before this War is over we will loose mom. She begs for death. I think she hopes to be reunited with ...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice stands, "we are going to loose people before this war is over, I would just like to not volunteer anyone to that fate, especially Vella  ... especially you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turns as if to leave. I said. At that moment rudely pushes in the door.  I was expecting another attack not the brightly clad masked blonde woman who barged in.  “Stephanie?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; ”What’s going on? Vella just called me ... Justice is that you? Never mind, I mean sorry I'm glad your back Never mind,  I mean sorry I’m glad your back and all but Vel said there's something wrong with my little girl.  What's happened?"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No need to apologize Steph, family first and always and I think Gwen really needs you. She... has... been...” Justice looks at me not sure how to say it... &lt;br /&gt;"I don't know how to tell her this.”She's seeing things that aren't there, and acting irrationally." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Steph's mouth drops open. “What? God... Cass said Bruce was up to something ...  But I thought he'd never let anything like this happen to her and I defended him to Tim all these years...&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Justice interrupts to defend Bruce, "I don think this is his doing!"&lt;br /&gt;Steph Breathes in.”Of course not I didn't mean that like it sounded it's just that..." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A soft voice behind me says. “Steph knows my son loves her daughter...  he also forgets she isn't as a powerful as he is." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   I look over “Gah! Cassandra how many times have I told you don't sneak up on me like that?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; ”Sorry old habit."  After I get settled down I show Steph where Gwen is while I watch her dote over her daughter, I hear Cassandra ask Justice. "Tell me the truth old Friend. ...  Whatever this is that Bruce is doing is it to hurt people or is he trying to save lives?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I wouldn't be involved if this was too hurt people, Cass. You know that. I believe that this is to save lives and to help everyone." She speaks the truth but her body language can't hide what she isn’t saying that her hatred for the evil Mirai and Trapper is great, that she has no reservations about killing either of them. Though she would never hurt an innocent but then again these two were not innocent and Justice wouldn't see them tried she would see them hung, her way. That she hopes to get the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save lives and to help everyone." She speaks the truth but her body language can't hide what she isn’t saying that her hatred for the evil Mirai and trapper is great, that she has no reservations about killing either of them. Though she would never hurt an innocent but then again these two were not innocent and Justice wouldn't see them tried she would see them hung, her way. That she hopes to get the chance.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cass takes off her mask then smiles. “Hn. Those lessons I taught... him didn't go to waste after all. I am glad... he is acting like ... a hero."  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She fades into the shadow, I wish she'd quit doing that she knows she's always welcome here she doesn't have to act all stealthy I turn to Justice.  "We've all had a rough day and tomorrow is going to be rougher, Bruce said we're going to the End of Time to confront Trapper I know it's going to be hard with Galen here but try to get some sleep.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice blushes but then nods grinning and turning, "I will try."&lt;br /&gt;I wave good night and walk to my room; well I wish it was my room and not some safe house lab, Sigh its times like this I wish I still smoked. I wonder what Vegeta is doing tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-8290159311863552827?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/8290159311863552827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=8290159311863552827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/8290159311863552827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/8290159311863552827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/06/future-bulma-on-eve-of-final-battle.html' title='Future Bulma: On the eve of the final battle.'/><author><name>Bulma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654115255530998796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/320/Bulma%20real.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFUmDphuHJk/SEdf7ABLEOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/uE9ET1M4jlE/s72-c/Justice.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-1944737907034723174</id><published>2008-06-01T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:41.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Vella: What I do for friends.</title><content type='html'>Continued from http&lt;a href="http://angelogjustice.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-my-future-and-i-will-fight-if-i.html#links"&gt; Here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Wow The earth has gone to hell, in the last few years Doctor Doom Used evil Superman to conquer it. Dad left to start an empire, and declared war on the Corru and Doom, so I've been very busy with the war, and all the Green Lantern work. That I haven't had all that much time lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually my son has kept me from having all that much time too, but hey I get to fight alongside Justice, again.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SENscoEEB4I/AAAAAAAAAD8/4iBFOsmSJmI/s1600-h/Image5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SENscoEEB4I/AAAAAAAAAD8/4iBFOsmSJmI/s320/Image5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207124833217021826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wait, wait I'm getting ahead of my self here. Okay let me explain. My Nephew Bruce showed up out of the past, and said all this Stuff about how none of this was supposed to happen. It’s all been manipulated by a being called The Time Trapper. Ever since then he's recruited an army to defeat them but for some reason he needs Justice's old flame Galen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gwen Brown who now calls her self Vendetta is not too happy with it.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SENzqWtZZRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PmcwP-PovRg/s1600-h/Gwen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SENzqWtZZRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PmcwP-PovRg/s320/Gwen.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207132765658113298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; " We really don't need that perv come on we can beat the Trapper." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What is your problem with Galen? You were two when he vanished."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Time travel Auntie, I remember the first timeline, and those two were mega creepy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If it's the age difference you do know your eight years older than Bruce right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “Tch Oh great that Cami girl is sniffing around Bruce Again. Later." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I laugh. Until Jason pops up, man this is awkward why did Bruce have to recruit him? And does there still have to be feelings there? Then again it's kind of hard since we'll always have a connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Finally we attacked Castle Doom, HS' Magic, and my strength and Lantern Ring defeated evil Superman. And Cain Battled with Doom, There was an explosion and we all, stared in fear when hoping that Bruce made it.  I really don't want to explain to my twin brother that I let his kid die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Cain Comes from the smoke holding Doom's bloody mask in his hands  the  Assassins al started chanting " One Who Is All!" over and over, I can see why poor Cass didn't join us  she wouldn't want to see, her kid killing, or being called that name she hated so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bruce sneers. “This isn't a victory. Not until everything is changed back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So there was this victory party,  Bruce Sulked in the castle and Laura just had to bring her little Hellions she had with HS. And for some reason she had brought my kid along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Meanwhile Jason watches them all.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SEN7qthoy2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/54iqIRlky5I/s1600-h/Future+Jason.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SEN7qthoy2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/54iqIRlky5I/s320/Future+Jason.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207141567875828578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the HS kids start poking my two year old with their claws. He oddly runs to Jason's crowbar and slaps them with it. Jason laughs he’s a chip off the old block. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What are you talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Come on! We both know he's my kid." He smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No he's not he's uh... Hal's! That's right." I stutter. That was the first name that came to my head if I said Kyle he wouldn't believe that since I'm not in a fridge.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Last time he was Conner Kent’s you know for a smart woman that was really dumb to name him Todd my last name." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Todd is a perfectly normal name it's not because it's your last name.  Bah!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah right you still want me; I can see it in your eyes. The only reason we aren't together now is because the world went to hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I...is that why you joined us to change time so we'd be together?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“HA. You sure think a lot of yourself don't you."  He smirks.  Same old Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing    Later   all the girl soldiers locker room shower. Justice was laughing “I can't believe you have a kid. That's so weird."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I was what seventeen when you were put to sleep? I guess this is all a bit to get used to huh? So you gonna get back together with Bart again?” I smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She rolls her eyes." I keep telling you he's just my friend. But about you and Jason..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s long over." I interrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah right. I see how you look at him. And that is so his son, I don't know why your trying to deny it the kid looks just like him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I growl “A lot of guys have black hair, and blue eyes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “And only two look like Jason." She giggles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As if summoned Jay comes into and the other girls run out screaming Gwen yelling “Uncle Jason You perv!"  He was stinking drunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “Why don't we do what we used to do back when we had victories in the old days? Ah Justice, hey you know... never mind there ain't no way that's happening I got hair... though it is going grey. So whattya say Vella Baby?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I pick him up and toss him out. “Raaaargh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Justice giggles &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SEOHtYB8rNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/k0hPbIv_p9k/s1600-h/Justice+shower..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SEOHtYB8rNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/k0hPbIv_p9k/s320/Justice+shower..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207154807784910034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Jason and Vella sitting in a tree...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh shut up!" I grunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; While I'm fuming my mom calls me to her lab. “What is it mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Well the Shadow Tech is hard to decipher I could study this for a thousand years and still never figure it out.  What we need is a combination of technology and magic. To open Galen's dimension. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Then use Justice that's perfect."  I smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No her powers while formidable aren't what I need. I need you to use your ring." She points at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “It’s not magic." I protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mom shook her head. "It uses emotions to power wishes as long as you have the will to create grant them.  That sounds like magic to me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's actually hard to argue the point. "Okay what do want me to do?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I want you to use your ring to power the device to break the barrier the strain will be enormous. If my calculations are off it could kill you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Justice you owe me big time If I die I'm going to be really annoyed to be spending time with King Kai until I can get wished back, and I'd have to get my ring back from my replacement again. Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Okay I'll do it." Sigh I might as well stop denying it; If I'm going to die I'm going to have one good night. I fly back to Latveria. “Jason?"  He gets up to say something.  “No don't talk. Just be with me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-1944737907034723174?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/1944737907034723174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=1944737907034723174&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/1944737907034723174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/1944737907034723174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/06/future-vella-what-i-do-for-friends.html' title='Future Vella: What I do for friends.'/><author><name>Vella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11805328909199769672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/R5MM30t8M_I/AAAAAAAAACc/gTGZmHI8XXg/S220/Vella+Lantern.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/SENscoEEB4I/AAAAAAAAAD8/4iBFOsmSJmI/s72-c/Image5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-5682634505955229362</id><published>2008-05-23T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:42.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme of Doom.</title><content type='html'>Recently I've seen pictures of a movie about Kakarot's life; I thought it was funny that they picked the weakest looking person to play the Clown. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SDePJv3UWyI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/dmul6kh3j4E/s1600-h/Goku+Sucks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SDePJv3UWyI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/dmul6kh3j4E/s320/Goku+Sucks.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203785292079979298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hahahhahaahaha! Also they got Bulma's hair color wrong.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SDeQfP3UWzI/AAAAAAAAAlY/foSbydnADoQ/s1600-h/Bulma+wha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SDeQfP3UWzI/AAAAAAAAAlY/foSbydnADoQ/s320/Bulma+wha.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203786760958794546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now while this is a little amusing for me it fills with dread a bit. You see if this movie does well and they make a sequel, I’m afraid of whom they will cast as me (shiver.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For some reason I was called to the castle of Doctor Doom.  I thought about telling him to shove it but you know this maybe worth a laugh or two.  “Welcome King of Saiyans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A horrible thought came into my mind that second. “You are not dating any of my relatives are you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He gives me an odd look. “Where would you get an insane notion like that?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Alcohol, and paranoia."  I answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Never mind Doom will just consider it some alien foible. I was actually just going to ask you for an alliance. We are much alike kings, and master's of our own destinies, with your power and my intelligence none can stand in our way. This world needs men of vision like you and I."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Tch! You over estimate yourself human if you believe yourself anything like me." I smirk “one difference is I can look at my face in a mirror without screaming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At that moment my cell phone rang. Seems &lt;a href="http://joninterglad.blogspot.com/"&gt; Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator &lt;/a&gt; Has tagged me with a meme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Each player answers the questions about himself or herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* At the end of the post, the player then tags five people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well this one sounds about as inane as all the other memes. Okay fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Ten years ago I was: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Trying to convince an 11 year old Bra she should train instead of buying more shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. Five Things on Today's To Do List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Train&lt;br /&gt;.Eat&lt;br /&gt;.Deal with the whining of over a hundred saiyans&lt;br /&gt;.Deal with the whining of Mirai, Trunks, Bra, Vincent, Vella, Cabain, HS, Justice, or whoever else is related to me.&lt;br /&gt;.Figure out who sent me Deadpool in a crate and kill them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3. Things I'd do if I were a billionaire: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am a billon are okay so I'm married to one, same principle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4. Three Bad Habits:&lt;br /&gt;.Getting more merciful as I get older it always comes back to bite me in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;.Letting Kakarot in my home.&lt;br /&gt;.Letting Yamcha live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5. Five Places I've lived: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Planet Vegeta, West City, Hell, Otherworld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Five Jobs I've had in life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Planet Broker&lt;br /&gt;.Prince of all Saiyans&lt;br /&gt;.King of all Saiyans &lt;br /&gt;.Boudakai Champion&lt;br /&gt;.Reality show contestant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tagging? Bah! I will not be an accomplice to this meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Okay Doom I'm done with that now this meeting a waste of my time, as much as the meme Good day you metal faced freak!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Doom shakes his head. “That is too bad Doom would have destroyed you eventually but you could have had a use besides senseless destruction fine destroy him my servant!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who could you possibly have that could kill me Doom? I believe you have not enough air in that armor of yours."  When I said that a surprise came out of a door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SDeqHv3UW0I/AAAAAAAAAlg/CpF17xjBmlc/s1600-h/Dark+Supes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SDeqHv3UW0I/AAAAAAAAAlg/CpF17xjBmlc/s320/Dark+Supes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203814944534190914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Oh good Kal-El in a different costume." I shrug. "Well this will be a good battle at least."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; TBC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-5682634505955229362?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/5682634505955229362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=5682634505955229362&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/5682634505955229362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/5682634505955229362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/05/meme-of-doom.html' title='Meme of Doom.'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SDePJv3UWyI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/dmul6kh3j4E/s72-c/Goku+Sucks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-1240479049531363073</id><published>2008-05-16T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:42.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulma : My husband is a jerk</title><content type='html'>I have to sit here with Phase dimensional portal device open because the Other Legacy kids want to talk with this realities kids. Ugh okay yeah we've done that too when that other Vegeta and his family came over here. But still it makes me nervous to leave the portal open, last time I did Galactus showed up on my front yard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And who knows what evil things will show up from other dimensions. At least my lardo other self didn't come through.  What a bitch she is, and of course Vegeta just has to tease me, saying ' it's warning for you to stop eating all of those cherry lollipops woman." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOHHHH! Like I need to worry about myself, I mean look at me. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFUmDphuHJk/SC5DteLaYVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/54RMUnLt2NU/s1600-h/realistic+Bulma.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFUmDphuHJk/SC5DteLaYVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/54RMUnLt2NU/s320/realistic+Bulma.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201169068133605714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I posed by a picture of my anime self for a magazine, no not that kind of magazine I wore clothes the whole time. I didn't get all those doctorates to be a Playboy bunny. Advertising Capsule Corp is one thing... being nude is quite another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hmm. Maybe Vegeta needs to know how lucky he is.  He could have gotten a screaming kind woman like Chichi. Yes I nag Veg, but not like Chichi does poor Goku man he's like a child in some ways and I can't help but feel sorry for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Maybe I should go to the clubs around here,  and let Vegeta take a look at the men drooling over me , he'll see that he shouldn't take me for granted . Yeah that's an idea.  If these stupid kids will get back here so I can close this damn portal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-1240479049531363073?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/1240479049531363073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=1240479049531363073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/1240479049531363073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/1240479049531363073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/05/bulma-my-husband-is-jerk.html' title='Bulma : My husband is a jerk'/><author><name>Bulma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654115255530998796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/320/Bulma%20real.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFUmDphuHJk/SC5DteLaYVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/54RMUnLt2NU/s72-c/realistic+Bulma.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-3433223969210457947</id><published>2008-05-12T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:42.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by a robot.</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in thee HU Building when Jon the gladiator asks me “Which way did the brains go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I told them whim where I saw them last, and then I start wondering what's going on. "Is this something I need to be concerned about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Well if we want something completely destroyed blown, up crushed, devastated, or people running in fear we'll call you. Although Australia has been conquered you can look into that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Bah!” I respond. "Who cares about Australia?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Oh yeah before I forget here's something you'll like Wolverine was defeated by a girl version of Colossus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That made my day. “Yes I may go and rub his humiliation in his face ha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jon walked off to whatever is going on. I went home to spread the word of Logan's embarrassment.  Instead I hear Bulma shouting "Woo hoo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What are you so happy about?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She has a cat that ate the canary smile. “I just found the alternate Steph Brown's Universe, and if my calculations are correct our version is there. Now we can do is trade." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “And you should care why exactly?"  I snort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’d rather not have our son blow up the other one, do you want that?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I mock think about it.  She sneers. “Forgot who I was talking to. Okay I'll just contact the Bulma of that Universe and we'll make the switch. I'll bet she's as beautiful and brilliant as I am!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then this comes on the screen. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SCiz81BZW9I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vPINMohkeXI/s1600-h/Fat+Bulma.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SCiz81BZW9I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vPINMohkeXI/s320/Fat+Bulma.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199603627405695954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;“Watchoo want?"  She yells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I laugh “Well Bulma looks like you lost that bet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The alternate Bulma shouts at me “Vegeta you dead beat dad how dare you talk to me? And who's the skinny tramp?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Tramp?" my Bulma growls. “Watch who you're calling a tramp you... you Hutt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They argued like that much to amusement for another hour. Well they probably fought longer but the LMD I sent to Sky's party walked in. What? You really think I would go to that robot's party? Please.  And don't know why I'd be there anyway, we've never met, well Kakarot destroyed her once, but well Vella begged me because no one wanted to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Instead I sent an android. And it came up to me. “Master Vegeta sir..." I like its tone. “You’ve been memed my Sky."  I rip the LMD's head off and crush it. Damn why is that toaster messing with me?  Kakarot destroyed her not I Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01] I don’t care one way or the other about Sky.&lt;br /&gt;02] Sky is weak.&lt;br /&gt;03] If I were in a room with Sky, I would destroy faster than Kakarot did. &lt;br /&gt;04] I think Sky should self destruct. &lt;br /&gt;05] Sky needs to not annoy her betters. &lt;br /&gt;06] I want to blow up Sky.&lt;br /&gt;07] Someday Sky will be blown up.&lt;br /&gt;08] Sky reminds me of that stupid Android 18.&lt;br /&gt;09] Without Sky I wouldn't be doing this meme. &lt;br /&gt;10] My memories of Sky are few.&lt;br /&gt;11] Sky can be annoying.&lt;br /&gt;12] The worst thing about Sky is pretty much everything.&lt;br /&gt;13] The best thing about Sky is there isn't any. &lt;br /&gt;14] I am irritated with Sky.&lt;br /&gt;15] One thing I would like to know about Sky is there's really nothing I would want to know.&lt;br /&gt;16] Sky should go and jump in a lake.&lt;br /&gt;17] Sky is nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;18) What I like best about Sky's blog is the design.&lt;br /&gt;19) What I dislike about Sky's blog is the amateur take over the world plans. &lt;br /&gt;20) My favorite post from Sky I can't say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Bah! That was annoying. I think I'll go beat up someone now heh Maybe Wolverine I can add injury to insult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-3433223969210457947?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/3433223969210457947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=3433223969210457947&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/3433223969210457947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/3433223969210457947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/05/tagged-by-robot.html' title='Tagged by a robot.'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SCiz81BZW9I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vPINMohkeXI/s72-c/Fat+Bulma.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-7016410212989497063</id><published>2008-05-09T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:42.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um okay...</title><content type='html'>Well things have settled down somewhat, Justice is getting better in fact she jumped out of bed to hug Vincent after he apologized to her. Against my better judgment, Bulmer convinced me to get a family portrait, with our entire family well except Bra and Goten's twins they were with Kakarot and Chichi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Poor children are way too young to spend anytime with those two, hopefully they won't be too traumatized. Any way here's the portrait whatever.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SCUhPPG8ZXI/AAAAAAAAAkw/6DZo6tse-QE/s1600-h/Family+portrait.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SCUhPPG8ZXI/AAAAAAAAAkw/6DZo6tse-QE/s320/Family+portrait.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198597890506515826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trunks showed up from where he's been the last few weeks. Somehow I would not doubt it burns when he pees or something. Any way after that Justice complained of being tired though I do not doubt she had some kind of plan with Vella  And we all went tour separate ways but not before Vince complained  that Goten got in the picture yeah I'm kind of trying to figure that one out myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When Bra complained "he is family He's my husband when you get married you can have whoever she is in that picture right Mama?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They all had a little argument then we as I said before went our separate ways.  Bulma did not mention the whole me giving the Lantern to Vella thing. No instead she made me shop with her all day.   I see her plan she’s going to torture me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At the end of the day we ate at some weird cafe. Ugh I hate the place but she's all for it's tackiness. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SCUpZvG8ZYI/AAAAAAAAAk4/clElpsoD7aM/s1600-h/Bulma+Vegeta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SCUpZvG8ZYI/AAAAAAAAAk4/clElpsoD7aM/s320/Bulma+Vegeta.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198606866988164482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then I see the oddest thing. I mean I've seen some strange things but this as you humans say takes the cake. Two brains in jars acting like freaking tourists. And I could swear one of them said "help me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What the hell is in this food?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-7016410212989497063?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/7016410212989497063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=7016410212989497063&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/7016410212989497063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/7016410212989497063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-okay.html' title='Um okay...'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SCUhPPG8ZXI/AAAAAAAAAkw/6DZo6tse-QE/s72-c/Family+portrait.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-608849255687778349</id><published>2008-05-06T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:43.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaah! kids!</title><content type='html'>I can't stand this! I have grandchildren! I've done my time with brats! And Now Vincent and Vella have regressed I haven't slept in days! If I can't sleep I can't train. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Kakarot pops up in my living room. “Sorry, But Denede says it's going to be a few months before the D-balls are ready."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I can't take a few more months of this Kakarot! There has to be a way to get them back to their right ages."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “But aren't they at their right ages now?"  He puts his finger dangerously close to Vincent's mouth. "Can you say Goku? Come on say uncle Goku's name." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I wouldn't do that Kakarot, and no they adapted to being 17 their brains are those of a seventeen year old and I almost suspect that Cassandra is Vincent's mate with the way she keeps breaking in to see him. No it's best that they get back their normal sized bodies." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hear Kakarot screaming and turn to see this.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SCE0Oyuh7nI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Xg3Y1avcWhQ/s1600-h/Goku+VS+Baby+Vince.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SCE0Oyuh7nI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Xg3Y1avcWhQ/s320/Goku+VS+Baby+Vince.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197492873702010482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I warned you Clown, Vincent bites. I think he's frustrated."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulma comes in and scolds “Bad Vince! Don't bite Uncle Goku! Hey Vegeta watch the babies while I'm working in the lab okay?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Tch!" I answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I'll take that as a yes” She puts Vella in my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When Bulma leaves Vella starts freaking out making a noise that sounds like" lanpern!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Lanpern?" Kakarot shakes his head.  "What's a Lanpern?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I think she means Lantern." I surmise. From Vella's reaction I guessed right. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SCE3OSuh7oI/AAAAAAAAAkg/GYzntv4ONtM/s1600-h/baby+Vella.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SCE3OSuh7oI/AAAAAAAAAkg/GYzntv4ONtM/s320/baby+Vella.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197496163646959234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I take her power ring and battery out of the cupboard where I hid it in a bag of cookies a kind of cookies that Bulma doesn't like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I thought you told Bulma you sent that stuff to Jon." Kakarot gasps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “I lied." I smirk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " OOOOH! You're gonna get in trouble!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I am the King of all Saiyans! Worlds tremble at my name do you truly think I a human woman scares me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “Yes." he answers simply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Bah! Here you are daughter." I give the girl the ring and lantern; I just hope she doesn't eat the ring. But nope she starts babbling at the lantern putting the ring in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "What's she saying?" Kakarot stares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Let me translate."         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;em&gt; In Brightest day in blackest night no evil shall escape my sight let those who worship evil's might beware my power Green Lantern's light! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Wow you understand baby speak!  You're awesome Vegeta!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I shake my head. “No I've heard that every morning since Vella got the ring she basically screams it from her room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A bright green light flashes and from it I hear “Yippie! No more strained broccoli!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SCE_zyuh7pI/AAAAAAAAAko/rh4VD01vj_w/s1600-h/20+Year+old+Vell.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SCE_zyuh7pI/AAAAAAAAAko/rh4VD01vj_w/s320/20+Year+old+Vell.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197505603985075858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Vella. You're taller than you were daughter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yeah and you're curvier too!" Kakarot shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Uncle Goku!"  Vella's face goes red. “A Green Lantern Costume appears on her she looks at herself opps all I willed was to get older  I guess I'm too old what am I like 20 now? I mean I don't want to pull a Justice, though Jason would probably like this hm......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Ugh! I do not want to hear that!"  I shout. “And you Kakarot I'm going to kick in the balls for looking at my daughter that way you old pervert!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Opps sorry Daddy you know I like being seventeen though give me a second." Another green light and she's herself again. Vincent Starts yelling Vella gets a look on her face.  " You know this is all your fault bro maybe you should just stay a baby..."An evil grin goes over her face.” You want to be seventeen again you have to do all my chores for a month!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Turn him back!" I shout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Aw you're no fun Dad, Sigh at least Cass would be happy well unless alternate Universe Spoiler has seduced her." Vincent shouts at that. Vella grins "Heh Don't worry she loves you for whatever reason now hold still."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Another green light And Vincent is back to normal he hugs Vella “Thank God I didn't hurt you sis." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Um Vince you're only wearing a diaper. Hugging me is really creepy now. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He looks down "Aaah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He runs into his room and comes out about ten minutes later in armor." Dad? How is everyone did I kill anybody?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No." I shrug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well that's good at least I have to make up it up to everyone." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Vella pats him on the shoulder” No you don't we all knew it was that red ring that did this. And when we GLs find who made those things I'll tell you so you can get a piece of them, come on! Legacy's going to be so happy to see us back to normal!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Bulma walks back into the room.  “Vegeta what's all the commotion? Um where are the babies? "  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “You’re in trouble!!!!" Kakarot mocks I give him the kick in the balls I mentioned earlier. He really doesn't need to reproduce again anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-608849255687778349?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/608849255687778349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=608849255687778349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/608849255687778349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/608849255687778349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/05/aaah-kids.html' title='Aaah! kids!'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SCE0Oyuh7nI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Xg3Y1avcWhQ/s72-c/Goku+VS+Baby+Vince.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-6568162565885878138</id><published>2008-05-02T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:43.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Rage: rage's end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/05/red-rage-part-2.html"&gt; Continued from here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I found a planet to put all the other saiyans on too bad I couldn't exile Kakarot , and his brood here. There are these odd alien creatures they claim they are colonizing the planet first, I'm not sure I believe that they don't seem too intelligent. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SBsn_iuh7lI/AAAAAAAAAkI/MEjbBgdXVww/s1600-h/jar+Jar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SBsn_iuh7lI/AAAAAAAAAkI/MEjbBgdXVww/s320/jar+Jar.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195790567709208146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Some of my people have taken to eating them; they don't look that tasty to me though, look like they'd taste like mud.  Whatever I was all happy to go back to Earth. Well as happy as I get anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This was until Bulma called me and said Vincent was stupid enough to become possessed by that red power ring he found a while back.  Sigh I really wish that damn vasectomy took. Or I didn't get killed after it and restored back to status quo; I should make Vlad take care of them since he used Kakarot's body to kill me. Or maybe Kakarot No they'd turn out to be complete morons either way. They have my genes and I have to be responsible for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Damn libido.  I touch down on Earth and find Vincent's power level.  He looks like he's about to kill his little friends so I blast him then transform into my ss5 form. He attacks me without much technique I'm sorely disappointed in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I kick him away. “So you're so weak willed as to let costume jewelry control you? Bah! I thought you were supposed to be my son, not a Clown Spawn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This makes him shoot me with some kid of red flames.  “What do you have to say to that dad?" he sneers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “That you need a crutch to gain power like Mirai, and Vella instead of gaining it the old fashioned way through hard training.  Your supposed to be a Saiyan Prince you're better than that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He screams “I’m not the Prince! Trunks is! You chose that womanizing drunk over me!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now flaming construct surround me I blast them, while I'm distracted Vincent gets a shot in. it surprised me even though he's at SS4 level he still has to grow into its full power. The fact that that hurt a lot really shocked me I almost didn't stop before slamming into a few humans.  Ring must be enhancing his strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Watch out pops. You'll hurt the civvies." Vincent laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I growl and transform into SS5 knocking back the people. "The humans can just get out of my damn way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That shocked he and I took the opening to blast with a Final Shine Attack As he's knocked down I charge and grab onto him. I start yanking on the ring I feel it actually give some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vella uses her ring to hold him down then I notice something odd happening. All their energies, my ki and their rings start having an odd reaction to each other.  Other.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; “Vella what does this ring run on?"  I shout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Rage Daddy.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I laugh at that. “And Vincent’s little adolescent temper tantrums can run it? Bah1 You want rage ring? Try it from someone that has seen his world die as a child, and then was forced into slavery to the creature that did it! And had to sit by and watch as a low level soldier got the revenge for his people! If you think Vincent's angry then you have not seen anything yet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I grip the ring and pull it off but all the energies swirl around us, And seem to hit that Spoiler girl too damn she was standing too close, then I don't know what but some kind of power level seems to be coming from the sky it was all confusing but next thing I know I'm engulfed in red and green flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After a few minutes I'm okay and that weird Inertia kid is staring at the sky “grandpa?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No I'd remember that."  I joke.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Not you... it's just some other energy ... Seemed to have leaked out of the Speed Force... at the same time you and those rings never mind.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What the hell is the Speed force? Some kind of drug these kids are into? Never mind whatever that power level was it had nothing to do with the rings and ki or whatever except add a little more energy to the craziness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The blonde came out of the fires in a different costume a Robin costume, and accused Iron lad of being an evil world conqueror.  She then asked" What did you do to our resident Blue Lantern?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What’s a Blue Lantern?" Asks Stark Jr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You know half saiyan girl? Blue ring? Blue hair? Sleeps with Inertia ringing any bells you nut?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " No the only Lantern I know is Vella a Green Lantern I've never heard of a blue one, and she only sleeps with Thad in his dreams." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What did your crazy mess up your brain? Vella was a Green Lantern she's now a Blue one, and she's been dating Thad since we put the team together, Like Vincent’s been dating  that dumb red head with giant boobs, and well you know who I love Also Justice is with Bart Allen, and HS is with that Wolverine chick Slobo is with Empress. Is this all ringing a bell Stark?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Not really and I've been fighting Vincent and his nutty ring of evil. I'm not conquering the world." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stephanie growls “Cassie do you believe this? What happened to your costume you looked good in the other one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All the kids looked to be confused at this.  Inertia's mouth opens what happened to her? She's actin' like loon." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I really haven't seen a difference." I smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wonder girl starts whining about how we need to help Kon-El. " Bah!" I respond " The boy is a drama queen  I can already feel his ki getting back to normal he's healing just fine just leave him in the sun." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Next thing I know that red ring slips on my finger and it power battery lands in my other hand. “King Vegeta formerly of sector 86 now residing in Sector 2814 you have great rage welcome to the Red Lantern Corps.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I grin. “Yeah right. I slam the ring into the lantern shattering the battery and the ring breaks apart and turns to dust.  “I am the King of Saiyans I take orders from no one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I walk into the flames looking for Vincent, and Vella I find them but oddly they've regressed back into infants. Looks like all this crap negated what made them grow so fast in the first place. Looks like I'll have to get them back to Bulma too fix them. What's worse is I have to listen to Vella's green ring chatter the whole way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “Shut up! Or I'll send you to Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator! Or maybe I'll smash you like I smashed the other one!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That shut it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I get home, Well... I don't like Bulma's reaction to the fact that Vella and Vincent have regressed. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SBtAQSuh7mI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FOJwaoOwfhk/s1600-h/Bulma+happy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SBtAQSuh7mI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FOJwaoOwfhk/s320/Bulma+happy.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195817243751083618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Oooh!! They're back to normal! This time they'll have a real childhood! This will be so cool!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Damn it! I thought I dodged a bullet when they grew up quickly now I have to deal with 18 years of squealing brats again, bah! Hmmm I wonder how long it'll be before the Dragon Balls reenergize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-6568162565885878138?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/6568162565885878138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=6568162565885878138&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/6568162565885878138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/6568162565885878138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/05/red-rage-rages-end.html' title='Red Rage: rage&apos;s end.'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SBsn_iuh7lI/AAAAAAAAAkI/MEjbBgdXVww/s72-c/jar+Jar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-6240406302156924667</id><published>2008-04-28T20:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:38:41.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Rage Part 1: Vella</title><content type='html'>Continued from &lt;a href="http://teamlegacywestcity.blogspot.com/2008/04/vince-rage.html"&gt; here.&lt;/a&gt; we were fighting this guy that threw our own powers back at us. The all of the sudden Vince gets a ring a red one cool Lantern twins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Though I kind of wonder what emotion red is supposed to represent.  Mine is will, and I guess courage.  “Hey Green Lantern!" Vince growls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I have a name lameo!" I spit, why he's such a weirdo at times? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I don't care what you're name is Green Lantern! Now use you're powers and we'll overwhelm his reflecting powers."  It was a nice idea, but he threw it all our powers back just like the other times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Justice and Jason appear Justice threw animals and plants at this guy he killed poor animals and knocked Justice, and Jason's crowbar didn't do anything. The Reflecting Man broke Jay's poor nose.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I tried to fight hit SS4 break hurt him like he hurt my boyfriend I was beaten up with my own power.  Then all the sudden the sky goes dark lighting strikes the villain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That means either Thor, or my big brother Mirai, and since this isn't the Midwest that means Mirai. "Ah Veg head's oldest son, so he's too scared to show himself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mirai looks over Justice and puts his hand on her shoulder while clenching his fist.   He steps away from her. "Father won't need to appear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He transforms into a SS5  "You will feel the pain you have heaped on my daughter and siblings a hundred fold!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Don’t talk just come here and get your pretty boy ass handed you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mirai lands punches and kicks that shatter windows for miles. And their all thrown back at him. His Burning Attack does is thrown back too.  After this massive explosion Mirai is defeated too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I don't know what Spoiler was thinking but she put the guy in a choke hold and he knocked her off but he was coughing.  “Ah ha! You still need to breathe." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cass starts throwing these pills from belt thy break and some kind of gas wafts around Reflecting Man, Spoiler adds her own and he finally goes down. It’s all quiet than Vincent turns on me and screams “Die! Green Lantern!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm burned with these red flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay grabs him by the arm " Hey! What are you doing?"  All of the sudden flaming Jokers with crowbars start beating Jason down while a construct of his mother yelled that she always hated him while a red Batman called him a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Vincent why are you doing this?" Maria asked before Vincent turns on him. "You have great rage but your conscience keeps it in check let’s let your rage free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stormcutter tries to protect him then something weird happens, Mirai screams the sword throws a lightning bolt at Vincent  And  I think for a second I see two Mirais one carrying the sword stumbling off another  glaring at Justice Looking like he about to kill her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “That was unexpected."  Vincent grins." No don't kill her I have something far more painful in mind." He points his ring at her and all the souls inside her split apart.  “You bring great hope, that's why you'll die. Rage and Hate will rule the Universe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He blasted the others except for Batgirl. “Ring what's wrong with him?" I ask mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “The red ring is using his using his rage burning out all of his other emotions. Soon all he'll be is rage and he'll never be free of the ring's power."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I knock him away from the rest of the guys and all of Vince's Constructs and the soul tearing thing stop since he can't concentrate on keeping them going but the weird Mean looking Mirai is still there  he whispers in Justice's ear. ‘All the pain and people I'll kill will be your fault; you're going to have so much blood on your hands, after that I'll destroy everything you care about. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sometimes I really wish I didn't have super hearing that shocked me how cold and evil that voice was and it sounded just like Mirai. He flew away and I was about to go after him when I'm blasted again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Okay Vince to save you looks like I'm going to have to hurt you.  I point my ring and nothing happens darn it must have run out of power fighting Reflecting Man.  I turn SS4 and try to fight with him I'm more skilled but my brother is stronger than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We fight for a while until he grabs me with a construct. Of burning chains. “You always thought you were better than me, now I've proven you wrong now die.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "I never thought that!" I scream before he blasts me with a Super Galick Gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I fall into the ocean and bleed while Vincent laughs then stares “What have I done? Vella?" For a second he was his real self again but then the ring took him over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I start to feel my self go under when someone pulls me out “Jason but you're hurt." &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah you’re worse off though." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  He starts going under then it's my turn to save him, I pull him to the beach with the last of my strength.  " Heh.  We saved each other." I grin. I look into my pocket and I have enough Senzus for me and Jason, and Justice.  The rest didn't seem that bad poor Cass just stared at the sky where Vincent was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I feed one to justice and it still doesn't seem to work weird she just throws up weird Senzus usually heal us up quickly. I don't get it. Maybe I'd better fly her over to mom and see what she thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When I take her I get my lantern and recharge my ring the tell mom what happened with Vincent  before I finish Spoiler calls me up and says that Reflecting Man has been locked up.' meanwhile Vampi called Mom and said Mirai was acting weird complaining that he felt something was missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I sigh and get ready to fight my twin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bulma stares as her daughter flies off then goes to a communication device “Vegeta you need to come home."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-6240406302156924667?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/6240406302156924667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=6240406302156924667&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/6240406302156924667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/6240406302156924667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/04/red-rage-part-1-vela.html' title='Red Rage Part 1: Vella'/><author><name>Vella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11805328909199769672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/R5MM30t8M_I/AAAAAAAAACc/gTGZmHI8XXg/S220/Vella+Lantern.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-1447637683534371304</id><published>2008-04-25T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T20:23:31.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Earth.</title><content type='html'>Bah! The whole Justice thing is was distracting me from the problem of the saiyan population growth That tiny island can't support them , and they keep fighting with humans around here, an d instead of putting my attention to that I'm there with, Bulma, and Vampirella,studying saiyan law trying to find away around the fight the parent tradition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You can divorce Mirai , and have him disown HS then you will have no connection to the Royal Family at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm not tearing this family apart anymore!" The Drakulonian yells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You could kill Mirai." I suggest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Vegeta!" Bulma gives me that "what you have suggested is in no way feasible" tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine then kill Galen perfect solution." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulma shouts "No one is killing anyone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Tch, this non essential crap is is taking me from my responsibilities I need to find a planet to put the other saiyans on, or end up with another saiyan Earth war. So you know what? I'm going ahead and do that, you two women have fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Non essential this is our family..." Bulma starts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Bah! You would think at some point I wouldn't have to get involved with what my children do, look the only way to do this is get either Mirai or Justice to budge on thier positions if not then stop interfering Bulma! Whatever I'm gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah! Being off the planet It'll be a good vacation maybe I can actually fight something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile after Vegeta leaves Earth a man Shows up in West City. " Vegeta where are you? If you don't come out the Reflecting Man will destroy your city!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-1447637683534371304?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/1447637683534371304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=1447637683534371304&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/1447637683534371304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/1447637683534371304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/04/leaving-earth.html' title='Leaving Earth.'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-3096352837595169384</id><published>2008-04-22T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:44.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>500th post</title><content type='html'>Mirai Is sulking around calling Bra and Vella sluts and saying they caused Justice to act the way she does. Well that didn't work out too well Bra has may temper, and Vella might, whatever the two of blasted him in fact Vella still is. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SA6hiSuh7jI/AAAAAAAAAj4/YLQZ_reqfD8/s1600-h/Mirai+,+Vella+Bulma.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SA6hiSuh7jI/AAAAAAAAAj4/YLQZ_reqfD8/s320/Mirai+,+Vella+Bulma.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192265030919384626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what Bulma's so happy about, and it looks like Vella has made cheerleader or something. or any way enough of the family drama let's answer some questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Bailey asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a fantasy about someone who was not Bulma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I've only known Bulma since I came to Earth. And I was twenty something then, there was this one Queen of Tameran ... well never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Widow asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dis you really trick Yamcha to dance nude at a gay bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. And he made a lot of new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HS asks Mirai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for Dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I borrow your car? (since Vella and Justice wrecked mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirai :What happened to your new one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... Would you kill someone who was like older than me if I and him Dated... (this is for all the male members of my family - Dad, Uncle Trunks, Vegeta, even Vincent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirai: You know the answer to that,but you want to be a whore, go ahead, you won't be using any more of my money to live.so do what the hell you want die if you want to. I have no daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta: Hmmm perhaps you need to get the stick out boy.Meh .In saiyan culture if you're past eighteen and have won a battle you are seen as adult. So I really do not care. Though the one you have chose seems like a pansy to me and will likely produce sickly offspring. But whatever when he has to fight Mirai for the right to you he'll likely die a horrible painful death anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trunks: You're dating? Man it seems like yesterday that you were born and I was buying you toys. Okay here have some condoms, no not the grape flavored one that's Marron's favorite. What? Why are you giving me that look for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent: Why should I care?(Shrugs) Well if he hurts you he'll have a good old fashioned mud hole stomping, but otherwise what you do doesn't bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabain asks. &lt;br /&gt;Did you ever love my mom?&lt;br /&gt;congrats on 500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Draculina asks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trunks - so did you enjoy the night with Pan? (and little ole me on the side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you don't remember - want a copy of the video Pan and I took?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pan enjoy the threesome call me when you have another chance ;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trunks: AAAAAH! No! I have to go to the doctor and have myself checked for STD's. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galen asks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I bring anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirai: Boxing gloves and a steel cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shira asks&lt;br /&gt;So I can't ask about the hair ;) J/K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SA6z7Suh7kI/AAAAAAAAAkA/YOxbINAVkYA/s1600-h/Veg+Avatar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SA6z7Suh7kI/AAAAAAAAAkA/YOxbINAVkYA/s320/Veg+Avatar.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192285251625414210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does Logan really annoy you or do you just enjoy your fights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TX Asks. &lt;br /&gt;Pan I was asked to ask... (what Tony? but you did ask me.. okay i won't say you are asking me to ask..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pan What do you think of a threesome with me and my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son Pan: Sure why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirai - can we have another baby now that ours are grown... (Dr Strange says he can help)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampirella asks. &lt;br /&gt;Vegeta - Where would you take the Sayian Empire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son Goku - if I told you I ate the last doughnut would you cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whole family - what ya think of Starks new puppets and their comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta: Well it looks like I may have to get them off Earth soon they keep reproducing, and saiyan Island is getting a little crowded. As for where I want to take them, past my father's wildest dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirai: No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son Goku: Waaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulma : I think I speak for the whole family when I say "bring it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucifer asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any one on this blog care to sell their soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(looks esp at Pan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta: I would think after that wild party I thrown that time that had your whole palace turned into rubble you wouldn't want me back in Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pan: Why are lookin' at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nepharia asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to have a pot luck for the occassion? If so, I'll bring dessert. What is everyone's favorite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! I can only hope to reach 500 some day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta: sure why not? Hmmm Cherry pie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirai:.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son Goku: and Son Goten: Anything and lots of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vella: ice cream No cake! Ice cream Cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulma : Strawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buu: Chocolate!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta: okay fine we'll be here all day if this keeps up. We'll answer more question if you put them the comments on this post and they'll be added to the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final round of questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galen : a what?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Cradle robber seemed harsh and less funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice:well if I am not his daughter anymore then I guess he doesnt have to fight Dad... does he? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on how much you like breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HS:Dad are you really going to disown Justice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirai: She chose her own fate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean whats the bi deal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; HS:I mean sure he's older than her but&lt;br /&gt;he will treat her right&lt;br /&gt;that I am sure of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirai: And you don't think there's something mentally wrong with a man who dates someone that that can be his daughter.  Hmph  raised you both wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-3096352837595169384?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/3096352837595169384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=3096352837595169384&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/3096352837595169384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/3096352837595169384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/04/500th-post.html' title='500th post'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SA6hiSuh7jI/AAAAAAAAAj4/YLQZ_reqfD8/s72-c/Mirai+,+Vella+Bulma.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-6954314384926612137</id><published>2008-04-19T00:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T04:59:04.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>499th post</title><content type='html'>Well this is the 499th post as I said in the title.So here's what I'm doing. Bulma thinks we should do something we haven't done on this blog in quite some time. Have people ask questions to us, anyone that rights on this blog can be asked something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe not Buu, Oh you can ask him something it just probably wouldn't get an intelligent answer. Just leave the question in the comments, and we'll post the answers in the 500th post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I'm going to get a bunch of questions about my hair again I just know it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulma : Come on Vegeta this'll be fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I am going to actually look up this word "fun" in the dictionary Because it's apprently not what I was lead to believe it means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-6954314384926612137?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/6954314384926612137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=6954314384926612137&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/6954314384926612137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/6954314384926612137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/04/499th-post.html' title='499th post'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-8664903623036719963</id><published>2008-04-12T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:45.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey evreyone makes mistakes</title><content type='html'>Bulma kept trying to keep Vella from going to the beach today. " You can't go because you're being punished!" She yells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For what?" The girl protests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I told you that you are not to see that boy, but friends of mine have said they've seen you running around with him o you're not going anywhere!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That's not fair! Vincent's girlfriend sleeps in his room, and I'm not allowed to even see the guy I like!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cassandra's not a dangerous psychopath!" Bulma growls. " There are other boys out there I wouldn't doubt there are even some in the Green Lantern Corps, What about that Kyle kid?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I DON"T WANT TO END UP IN A FRIDGE!" Vella yells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vella walks up to me and asks. " Can I go to the beach Daddy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I do not care." I shrug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Thanks Daddy!" She shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulma gives me that look. " You know you could support me once in while with the kids."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hmph It's not like she couldn't go any way with that that ring of hers It would unlock any tech you used to try and keep her locked in her room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She snorts. " Maybe we really should send that ring to Jon The Intergalactic Gladiator?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It'd likely find it's way back to her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's silent for a second, until she says. " Jason Todd is dangerous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No more than I am." I remind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What's that supposed to mean?" She gives me a quizzical look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I've done a lot worse than he has and you ended up having children with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gives me an evil grin. " maybe i don't want my daughter making the same mistake I did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hmph." I grunt. " Whatever Let's just go to the beach It's not like Justice won't whine if Vella's not there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I can't be live you're so calm about this , after The way Jason hurt Pan, he could do the same to Vella."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I doubt it, Pan's a moron Vella's not. Besides she does have that ring along with being stronger than Pan. That and well If he is anything like me He wouldn't try to hurt Vella, I would never hurt you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Bulma starts giving me the loving eyes, I change the subject. "Besides she's young, she will likely have many boyfriends throughout her life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ended up going to the beach. While there, I was sure I saw Goten checking out Vella, But Kakarot assured me I was imagining things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" So Goku where's Gohan?" Bulma asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" He doesn't want to be anywhere near Vegeta right now, that and I think he's looking to beat up Jason Todd."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ugh. Don't mention that little nut." Bulma sneers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get bored as Chichi yells at Kakarot for leaving his job with Batman, and Bulma joins in. Damn the only thing worse than one woman yelling at you is two.&lt;br /&gt;So I busy myself with swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I return to land, I find this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SAFxeuBIHfI/AAAAAAAAAjg/qEaCV_Wuq74/s1600-h/watch+out+Goten.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188553018270293490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SAFxeuBIHfI/AAAAAAAAAjg/qEaCV_Wuq74/s320/watch+out+Goten.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beat Goten, and dumped his head in the sand, So he looked like An ostrich for about fifteen minutes.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SAF__eBIHhI/AAAAAAAAAjw/w4ho97kkZ38/s1600-h/Head+in+the+sand.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SAF__eBIHhI/AAAAAAAAAjw/w4ho97kkZ38/s320/Head+in+the+sand.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188568974073798162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girl gets up and yells " Papa! Why'd you do that to my husband?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Bra?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Duh." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps I though Goten was groping Vella, Gah! They are too close in age, Bra is 21, And Vella is 17, the two almost look like twins. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SAF92OBIHgI/AAAAAAAAAjo/DpqZN9_fXaw/s1600-h/Bra+Vella.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SAF92OBIHgI/AAAAAAAAAjo/DpqZN9_fXaw/s320/Bra+Vella.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188566616136752642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bra doesn't believe that she thinks I just like beating up Goten, and I must admit, that is kind of fun. But still I just made a mistake Bah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-8664903623036719963?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/8664903623036719963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=8664903623036719963&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/8664903623036719963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/8664903623036719963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-evreyone-makes-mistakes.html' title='Hey evreyone makes mistakes'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/SAFxeuBIHfI/AAAAAAAAAjg/qEaCV_Wuq74/s72-c/watch+out+Goten.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-1695627806844796760</id><published>2008-04-03T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:45.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't belive it, I actually like my daughter's boyfriend, and Bulma hates him.</title><content type='html'>Don't ask me why, but Bulma is  dead set against the whole Jason Todd thing. Me? Well, while I'm a little bothered that it has to be another Bat kid. But out of all the bat kids this one is the most like a saiyan warrior, And if I had to pick a human for Vella this would have been my choice, Hmph perhaps that kid has a bit of me in her genes after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I am at least glad she did not choose one of the other bats, the way too old womanizer, and the possibly closeted homosexual. I've never gotten that about this planet why hide what you are? Bah! Humans are a strange species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Though I could be wrong  The "Robin" kid could just have a pathological fear of females.  Whatever I'm getting off track here. Bulma keeps going on and on about how Todd is evil and a murderer. What's her point? I'm evil, and a murderer as well. And I was trying to figure out how I was going to punish Pan for drugging Vella.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pan accused me of being bigoted, Tch. " I don't give a damn about you're petty prejudices, I hate everyone equally.” I growl. "My culture didn't care who you slept with it's what you did, and you Pan tried drugged my daughter. Now you need to be punished." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Gohan gets in my face. "  You are not hurting my daughter." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Out of my way boy. You've fought me before you know what I'm capable of if you want to be able to walk you will be silent." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I almost beat you at the Boudakai two years ago Vegeta." he threatens  " If you try to touch Pan I'll kill you. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I smirk "Is that so?"  Then I punch him in the gut faster than he can respond. " HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!  I held back then, and I am much more powerful now, you book worm ! I am the King of all Saiyans and you are some college professor whose best days as a warrior are far behind him do not test me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gohan collapses in a heap on the floor while Bulma screams at me. " Will you stop showing off? It isn't Pan's fault it's Draculina..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Woman! Do not make excuses for her! She is responsible for her own actions!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She glares. " My God! I think you've gotten worse since you came out of that Lazarus Pit." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " No this is how I always was, and this time my wrath is right. Pan I am you're King, And I will decide  you're punishment. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I don't recognize your authority midget!"  She sneers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Oh well then maybe I should take my protection away from your little family then let SHIELD Take you to that Prison in another dimension, You. Your useless waste of saiyan blood father, and that Clown of a grandfather, you have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; During all this I hear Mirai yelling at Justice.&lt;a href="http://angelogjustice.blogspot.com/"&gt; She wanted to go to the mall. &lt;/a&gt; To do so she kept changing her hair color and annoying Mirai, Me not so much, my hair turns from black to gold, to reddish black ,to grayish silver.  Justice only annoys me when she eaves drop[s on me in lizard form, or bug form or whatever, but to get Mirai to shut up,  I ordered Vella to go much to Bulma's anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have Pan put in to a cell, while Videl drags out Gohan still holding his gut.  " This isn't over." Videl challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " What are you going to do? Sic you're pro Wrestler Father after me Videl? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " How about Son Goku?" She shrieks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Gohan coughs. "He won't do anything, he thinks Pan did wrong, and he thinks she should be punished as well, And it's against our Honor to refuse that punishment." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Videl promises to have a long talk with Kakarot. Bah Then Bulma yells I can't believe you let Vella go!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " So What? She has a boyfriend." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She snorts " Is this same man that said he'd kill anyone that touched her?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Unless she found a warrior looks like she has. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " A warrior? No Vegeta, he's a psycho kid with mental problems." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " If he's so bad, why has Wayne not brought him down yet?" I laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " What could you actually fight one of our children?" She asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " If I needed to yes. You already know that. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Our argument is  interrupted by this odd clanging sound, Bulma calls the receptionist.  " What's that noise?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Ah The repairman came in Dr. Briefs, He was doing something in the room with the cages." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Repairman? What repairman?" Bulma asks. " Wait a minute what did he look like?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Um, ah tall, blue eyes black hair, well except for this white hair in the front I like totally asked him out but he said he was taken too bad huh, I mean this guy looks like he lives in a gym." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   " White / black hair? Jason!" Bulma screams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We run to the cell where Pan is locked up, it looks like the lock was shot open, Pan has a shoulder wound from  what I guess is an adamantium bullet. And bruises all over her  Hmph! Looks like Todd made up his own punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "He.. said If I ever .. tried anything like that again. He'd kill me, I'm going blast.. him to hell next time I see him." Pan stutters, before falling into unconsciousness.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bulma tries to order me to find Jason , and  stop him, Bah! I can easily do that , And not get hit by anything like Adamantium, but well the boy just did my work for me So I'm letting him go that ,  and for the second time in history one of my children picks a suitor I like.  yes their possible brats won't be as skilled ,as Vincent and Cassandra's but will likely make up for it in fierceness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Instead I was going to The Gravity Chamber to train when I noticed something odd in Vella's room, first there was a teddy bear that wasn't there before a huge thing, and second, this,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/R_XUTldMkpI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9qbgGhg4IEw/s1600-h/Jason+Todd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/R_XUTldMkpI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9qbgGhg4IEw/s320/Jason+Todd.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185283978924167826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I may be impressed that the kid can actually beat a supersaiyan with prep time , and his anger is great but still to give a female a doll of yourself? Odd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-1695627806844796760?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/1695627806844796760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=1695627806844796760&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/1695627806844796760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/1695627806844796760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-cant-belive-it-i-actually-like-my.html' title='I can&apos;t belive it, I actually like my daughter&apos;s boyfriend, and Bulma hates him.'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/R_XUTldMkpI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9qbgGhg4IEw/s72-c/Jason+Todd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-5705696110636167293</id><published>2008-03-29T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T22:41:24.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirai memed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://webofcrimes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Black Widow&lt;/a&gt; Tagged me with this meme.  And it's kind of hard to concentrate on it while Father is yelling at Son Goku That pan should be brought to trial for the whole drugging thing. I think the Old Man wants to kill Pan Chichi is yelling at everyone, Gohan is threatening to fight Father, and yelling while, lecturing Pan at the same time,  and just for fun Mother is yelling at Vella about how Jason Todd is not right for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She lists the fact that he seems to be psychotic, once sold drugs, (Though from what I gather that was an undercover thing.) And goes around killing criminals. Kind of odd considering who mother decided to marry. I know he's my father and all, but Jason's never blown up an entire planet, or killed its population to sell said planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Vella just seems to be her mother's daughter. Okay now the Meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;List seven random things about yourself that people may not know.Link the person who sent this to you, and leave a comment on their blog so that their readers can visit yours.Post the rules on your blog.Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, linking their blog. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: I come from a future timeline destroyed by androids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: I defeated said androids, and then everyone else was killed after this pink pudgy thing named Buu showed up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: My first sword came from an alien hero named Tapion that I met as a kid, just like this world's Trunks, unlike this world' trunks Goku was dead in my timeline so when Tapion captured the demon inside him, I had to kill them both.  Unlike this Universe where Goku killed the demon, and Tapion lived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: I broke that sword, on  this timeline's Android 18's head.  Yes 18 is hard headed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:  I do not want to be prince of all Saiyans ruling people seems to be more trouble than it's worth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: I don't want biological children the two I raised drive me crazy enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: I sometimes pretend to be Trunks so I can use his money for dinner or whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-5705696110636167293?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/5705696110636167293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=5705696110636167293&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/5705696110636167293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/5705696110636167293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/03/mirai-memed.html' title='Mirai memed'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-5381455750912133244</id><published>2008-03-16T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T14:31:12.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memed by a fake cripple</title><content type='html'>Hmph. I have been memed again this time by &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;Professor X.&lt;/a&gt; It always seems to be the mutant crowd or those associated with them (Deadpool) That tag me with these things. Bah! Might as well get over with. Also I've seen you walk Xavier your not fooling anyone! You're just lazy in that chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;List seven random things about yourself that people may not know.Link the person who sent this to you, and leave a comment on their blog so that their readers can visit yours.Post the rules on your blog.Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, linking their blog. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: I am the only legitimate son and heir to the throne of the Saiyans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: I like listening to loud angry music when I train. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Trunks wasn't a mistake. I wanted an heir just in case I died permantley in battle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: Chichi is attracted to me the feeling isn't mutual. Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:Me and Bulma arguing is foreplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: I actually respect Kakarot's skill, his idiocy not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: I used to urinate in Freiza's coffee, or whatever the hell that beverage was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the tagging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thehopeoftheuniverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;1 Kakarot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/"&gt;2 Trunks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;3 Batman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mercwithamouth.blogspot.com/"&gt;4 Deadpool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jlpicard.blogspot.com/"&gt;5 Captian Picard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://martianmanhunter.blogspot.com/"&gt;6 J'onn J'onzz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jumpingarachnid.blogspot.com/"&gt;7 Spider-Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes some of these people haven't posted in months. That's the Meme's problem now Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-5381455750912133244?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/5381455750912133244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=5381455750912133244&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/5381455750912133244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/5381455750912133244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/03/memed-by-fake-cripple.html' title='Memed by a fake cripple'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-8119860906729464109</id><published>2008-03-14T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T16:24:06.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The trial of Vella</title><content type='html'>So now I'm going to have to go to OA, to watch those blue elves put my daughter through a kangaroo court. If they end up sticking her in one of those Sciencells there's going to be a saiyan invasion so fast it'll make their head spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I warned that girl not to keep that stupid ring. But no she thought it was a toy. Hmph. Who would think that a princess would serve those stupid blue freaks? Me and Bulma go in to the court room when some creature slithers up to and begins talking Bulma insisted I use a Universal Translator she invented instead of my own telepathy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That didn't work so well.  The slug thing says. "Hello king Vegeta*)&amp;08 I think about you when I touch myself." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "What?"  I shout.  Then before I punch it Bulma gets in between us “No Vegeta it's receiving a radio station!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Bah!" I respond and crush the device. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Vegeta that was 15,000 dollars you just destroyed!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Hmph Money wasted."  I growl and the slug thing shows us to our seats.  I'm sticking with telepathy from now on.  Vincent and his little friends come up to us.  And sit next to us. Vincent tells us of a red ring and Lantern that tried to posses him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I shall not have another child using a power ring as a crutch." I inform him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “I don't want the thing, it's weird I think it's trying to control me."  Vince responds. What’s worse is the blonde girl that hangs around Cassandra had a baby with her, a crying baby. It's every time I go to see a movie all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Bulma makes some kind of noise like when she sees Vella locked in some kind of green plasma chain and put up before these pompous little midgets. It takes every bit of my power to keep my self from blasting these self proclaimed "Guardians."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Lantern Vella do you understand the charges against you?"  One of them asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Yes I didn't do what you wanted me to do Arrest a member of my family, for no reason."                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Another Guardian speaks up. “What you did in not arresting the rebel leader allowed an entire sector to go into to chaos." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That Rayan kid interrupts. “Is order all you people care about? They destroyed our planets and tortured out people!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Your people were warlike and insane." A Guardian proclaims. “The Corru brought order now we have to assign you as a Green Lantern there. It's the fault of that girl we sent Vella to stop the chaos she refused our orders all the deaths are on her hands. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No it's on their hands!” I proclaim. “You fools Just try to interfere with situations you do not understand!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “We only allowed you here as a courtesy." A blue elf chides. "Don't believe we have forgotten that you have destroyed many planets, and killed countless sentient beings Vegeta tell us what would you have done if you had gained your vaunted immortality? You would have conquered the Universe am I right?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I smirk “How do you know I haven't gotten immortality?  But conquering the Universe was always Freiza's thing I just wanted to free my self from him, and to be the most powerful fighter in the Universe. Bah! This is not about what I have done but the Corru who have to tried to kill Justice since she was a baby, if they had stayed in their little sector you might have a case but thy have repeatedly &lt;br /&gt;Appeared on Earth to kill the girl what she is doing on Hectis now is self defense!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This got them all uncomfortable they knew I had a point then That Hotshot Jordan decides to chime in. “I trained Vella , and I can vouch for the fact that anything she did was for good, And you well know if you had told me to that I'd tell you where to stick your orders."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Lantern Jordan you are out of line.” One of them gripes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  John Stewart. “How are the Corru different from everything else you've made us battle? They are as evil as the Sinestro Corps, Empire of tears, The Anti Monitor or..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Enough! We have made our decision Vella You are a young lantern and have great potential So we will not take your ring, you will go back to earth and for three months Earth time you will be held in probation. You will not leave Earth unless you have been given permission from your trainer or his partner. Or one of us. Your ring log shows you have not done this with any malice, and the way you defeated the Alpha Lantern shows you have ingenuity after the probation you will be made a full officer unless there are any other problems you are dismissed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The whole way home Vella keeps talking about all she's seen and how much she likes using the ring to travel in space great looks like I'll never get her away from the Corps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-8119860906729464109?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/8119860906729464109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=8119860906729464109&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/8119860906729464109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/8119860906729464109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/03/trial-of-vella.html' title='The trial of Vella'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-2202677610214575882</id><published>2008-03-08T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T16:00:01.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vella:  Me against an Alpha Lantern.</title><content type='html'>Edit Blogger lost the end to my original post Here it is now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outer Space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm stuck with Rayan. Boy am I glad he didn't like, me back he's so ... well boring. I mean, most guys I know would liked watching the Star Sapphire Corps Pink Lantern Corps fight we watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were scantily clad women pretty much cat fighting, and he just says " Disgusting displays." I know he likes girls he's all lusting over Justice. I just think he's all repressed or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But besides that , he's okay, I've been teaching him how to use his ring, Since now he's going to be keeping order in his sector he needs to learn how to I use I notice a lot of his constructs are weapons, Like ray guns are swords. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that our constructs are based on our preferences. I make high tech stuff and cartoons. So while I was showing him how the ring works a power level comes up that's getting closer to us faster, and faster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all of the sudden an Alpha Lantern The one that's from Darkseid's planet pops up. " Lantern recruit Vella, You have been charged with dereliction of duty, desertion and harboring a fugitive. You are to come to OA for trial."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayan looks over “What did you do?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Refused to arrest Justice." I shrug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What? How dare they?" Rayan Growls makes some laser guns and goes after the Cyborg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fights her pretty well, well until She sucks all the energy out of his ring. I guess I should have warned him this girl had Manhunter tech implanted in her. He starts gasping for air I'm afraid that he's going to die for a second there, but he pushes a bottom on his belt and is surrounded by a force field. The apparently makes oxygen too. Okay now I'm angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Mean It's one thing to come after me , but to almost kill others that's going to far! I punch her, she flies for a few feet, then stops herself. “Your strength. Won't help you little saiyan With no air to breathe. No Lantern escapes the Alpha Lanterns!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sucks the energy out of my ring I act like I’m suffocating, I hope she knows about a saiyan's invulnerability, And doesn't expect something is up when I don't like explosively decompress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh I knew she’d drain my ring and put up a ki field before she did it, Brains and beauty that's me. She gets in close and I transform to my full power SS4 mode. I knock her away from me, Unfortunately I also knock a way Rayan too, Man I wish i had the time to warn him with my telepathy, but this Alpha Lantern is fast.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While The Cyborg is stunned I power up a Final Flash, She turns just in time to see it coming for her. After the explosion I see she's knocked out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get in the ship and leave her there floating in a big green bubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why didn't you kill her?" Rayan Huffs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because my Uncle Goku says if it's wrong to to kill someone once you beat them, Killing in self defense is one thing, but that is just wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grins " Yes You're right I was just angry that they wanted to impede Justice's sacred mission. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile over at Rayan "You know you fought pretty well back there, There are some saiyan girls that'd like you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He blushes . " I'm flattered but..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Not me silly. " I giggle. "I have someone back home ... At least I think I do. No I was thinking of setting you up with another saiyan. Or maybe we can play the saiyan Dating Game oh cool! yeah let's do that!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Dating game?" He asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment,a voice Says. " Vella ! I need to speak with you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What who are you?" I question the air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayan Looks at me oddly. Like I hit my head too hard at the fight or something. Oh Duh! Who ever this is is a telepath. I think Back? "Hello? Who is this?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm King Kai. I trained Son Goku and your father, though your ungrateful dad would never admit to how much I helped him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" OH! I know you!" I shout "The cricket guy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I am not a cricket!" He shouts giving me a migraine." Could you please come to other world. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about it a second. "In the After life? I don't want to die to get there." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughs in my mind. " You don't have to die, your ring can do almost anything you will it to. Just focus on my voice." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, I charge up the ring, and tell Rayan I'll be back soon, Next thing i know after a green light , I "m there with cricket boy and his monkey side kick and their lame jokes, I wonder what he wants with me? I guess I'll find out soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-2202677610214575882?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/2202677610214575882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=2202677610214575882&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/2202677610214575882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/2202677610214575882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/03/vella-me-against-alpha-lantern.html' title='Vella:  Me against an Alpha Lantern.'/><author><name>Vella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11805328909199769672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/R5MM30t8M_I/AAAAAAAAACc/gTGZmHI8XXg/S220/Vella+Lantern.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-8110575365739579087</id><published>2008-03-03T20:50:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:46.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My children Bah!</title><content type='html'>In Space in front of the former planet Vegeta Vella uses a computer construct to do homework ,and send it back o Earth when A space ship, flies up behind her. She goes into fighting stance when Rayan pops out of the ship with a force field belt. " Vella I have come to save you!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She looks at him strangely “From what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " The Corru could use you against Justice..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Aah. I see bah! I have saiyan powers and a Green Lantern ring what do I have to worry about?" She stares at him. "I'm not going to get rid of you am I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “No Princess you need my protection." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Tch! Right But I can use your ship to rest my ring, and do you have a shower?"&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes Princess." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Please stop calling me that.’Kay though I used to like you and all there is ois going to be no funny business. I have someone back on Earth I think, though I'm not really sure about.... you know what never mind, just keep your hands to your self."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You dishonor me Princess Vella I would only mate after marriage." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" BWAHAHAHAHA!" Vella responds. “Wait you're serious? Um Well Sorry Saiyans and some humans are um different. Um Don't worry about it I'm sorry I laughed. Um lets go."        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; End interlude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Vella left because she thought staying here would have gotten us saiyans in a fight with the Green Lanterns.  Too bad, I haven't beaten a GL in some time. Also Vincent borrowed a ship and went around looking for her. And i keep getting reports of pranks him and his freinds are pulling axcross the Galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  They pantsed  Darkseid while he was doing one of his little terror speeches.  that was stupid since 'Seid is on my power level, but they apparently escaped.  They hacked into the Skrull communications network and called the Skrull Queen "A she-Male."  Also Vincent cursed them all out in saiyanese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He also gave a Ki Wedgie to the Khund's Leader. Slapped a Klingon, stole some Romulan Ale. ( I'm actually thinkig the Stark kid did that.) And the most annoying one  was the fact that the Silver Surfer came here to complain about them.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/R8z6lY1Q8jI/AAAAAAAAAjI/hydF6ufDqbU/s1600-h/Surfer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/R8z6lY1Q8jI/AAAAAAAAAjI/hydF6ufDqbU/s320/Surfer.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173785592169820722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I look out the window and see that, First thing in the morning is not what I exactly wanted. “Are you King Vegeta?" he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Depends" I answer. “What do you want?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes I think you are. You're energy and looks are similar enough to the Vincent boy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I roll my eyes.” What did he do now?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “He and The Czarnian Teenager stuck a sign on my back that said "overrated." I chased them in their ship until I noticed that there was a planet in trouble and by the tim I saved it They were gone. Instead of pursuing the children I thought I would just talk to thier parents." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ah so that's why the Surfer isn't busy getting his ass handed to him by Thor.  I Pat him on the back " Don't worry I will speak to the boy Herald of Galactus." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes see that you do, you know I have heard stories that you were difficult, I'm pleasntly surprised to see that they were wrong."  Heh he didn't even notice my patting him on the back was to put a sign on his back myself. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/R80Ar41Q8kI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/0sxc00j_q98/s1600-h/Silver+loser.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/R80Ar41Q8kI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/0sxc00j_q98/s320/Silver+loser.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173792300908737090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mwhahahahahahahaha! Loser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Interlude two &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  While Vella is a little uncomfortable in  Rayan's ship she is still glad to be able to rest for a bit  Until a green light starts coming towards the ship.  She steels herself for battle But notices she doesn't sense any Ki, "Odd." she thinks to herself even a cybernetic being like an Alpha Lantern should have life energy Maybe they can hide from me with the ring?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The light gets brighter and brighter until finally it blinds her. When her eyes recover, she sees it's just a ring.  "Rayan of Sector 2716, your sector was recently destabilized, so The Guardians of the Universe have no choice. You have the ability to overcome great fear, welcome to the Green Lantern Corps." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You have got to be kidding me!"  Vella shouts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-8110575365739579087?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/8110575365739579087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=8110575365739579087&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/8110575365739579087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/8110575365739579087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-children-bah.html' title='My children Bah!'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/R8z6lY1Q8jI/AAAAAAAAAjI/hydF6ufDqbU/s72-c/Surfer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-5828785405593427298</id><published>2008-02-26T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:46.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vella: No good choices</title><content type='html'>The Guardians called me in to OA, The moment I saw them I couldn't help but giggle I'm sorry but they look like smurfs in dresses.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/R8TxoNvm0zI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TUoMpTeg7VM/s1600-h/Guardians.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/R8TxoNvm0zI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TUoMpTeg7VM/s320/Guardians.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171523945314571058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  "Lantern Vella we are sorry for your recent loss. "  One of them lies, they don't feel anything. I like totally know that.  I guess they're trying and I should appreciate it but Y'know it just seems kinda hollow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " We would like to speak of you of your relative Justice."  Another one states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Okay what about her?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “She is in violation of intergalactic law. We want to you to go to Planet Hectis arrest her and bring her to us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Wait what? But she's fighting for freedom..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Wrong she is fighting for Chaos." A Guardian interrupts.  “The Corru are keeping that sector orderly If the rebels win all the planets will go back to war." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " You will follow our orders or we will take your ring." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It took everything I had not to turn supersaiyan and smack some sense into them. I left angrily  And before I left the planet Kyle Rayner came up to me with a dopey grin  I back handed him, and he flew several feet, I didn't mean to do that  I apologize hastily and fly back home I have a decision to make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Later I'm on the Planet Hectis, and I announce to Justice I'm going to arrest her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Vella this is some kind of joke right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I smash her with a green brick “No It isn't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Rayan runs at me saying some kind of stuff I smirk. " You are the last person I want to see ever here's what you get for ignoring me. "  I knee him in the groin so hard he’d never get a feeling for a girl again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; HS tries to fight ,me  I use my ring and leave him trapped in a device I designed long ago in case I had to ever defeat him it sucks out his power and uses it against him. Galen put some kind of spell on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I will the ring to fight it off and make his tech explode. Shiara shoots some fire at me which I use a green shield to block it , and I retaliated with a Final shine I was getting sick of every one trying to fight me  so I created a huge wall around us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Just surrender I don't want to hurt you." I say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Then you chose to back the wrong side Vella ."  She growls charging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She may have a combination of Mirai's and Vampi's martial art skills, But I'm trained constantly by my dad who's a lot meaner than Mirai, Also I've learned a lot from sparring with Jason, and Cass , the Question, And going through GL Hand to hand training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After a rough fight I turn SS4 and finally win after blocking all her magic attempts with my ring. Finally I knock her out and take her in green chains to OA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Guardians try to force her to not fight with the Corru any more she refuses, and after a trial is executed. Mean while the Corru win the battle of Hectis killing 100% of the rebels including HS, Galen, and Shiara .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The Corru hold their sector of the galaxy in an iron grip for years to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I turn off the dimensional portal machine. None of this happened in this reality.  But I watched one where I decided to do what the Guardians wanted. And my Niece, my friend was killed. Along with my nephew his girlfriend and a lot of other good people. Well not Rayan he's a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's so not worth it I don't care what the Guardians think I want to help people , not condemn them into slavery. I don't care how warlike that sector is. Saiyans are warlike I don't want to see us all enslaved, and the Guardians may not care about the peaceful planets there are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  They probably don’t want to put a Green Lantern there something. So my decisions made I won't fight Justice, even if I do win I lose. Ah but what do I do? They'll take my ring.  I want to keep it. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If they send one of those creepy Alpha Lanterns here I can probably beat it. But that could start a war between the saiyans, and The Green Lantern Corps.  On the one side I have friends; on the other I have family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There's only one thing to do I put my lantern battery in a capsule, and leave the planet if the Corps, or the creepy cybernetic Alpha lanterns want to take me on.  I won't involve my family or my friends I'll just go out into space and let them take me on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Maybe if I tell them my side I may get some support from the Corps though probably not since I'm just a dumb rookie to many of them whatever.  Well I'd better leave I'll miss everyone. Well at least until I'm the one brought to OA in chains at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I take one last look at the Earth teary eyed then I head off for parts unknown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-5828785405593427298?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/5828785405593427298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=5828785405593427298&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/5828785405593427298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/5828785405593427298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/02/vella-no-good-choices.html' title='Vella: No good choices'/><author><name>Vella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11805328909199769672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/R5MM30t8M_I/AAAAAAAAACc/gTGZmHI8XXg/S220/Vella+Lantern.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/R8TxoNvm0zI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TUoMpTeg7VM/s72-c/Guardians.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-8961169322057526312</id><published>2008-02-23T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T18:41:34.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not another victim</title><content type='html'>I hate fusion.  Every freaking time I get some of Kakarot's mind in mine. It fades after while but all these "happy pleasant " thoughts just sicken me. The clown is too damn optimistic.  And he thinks like a freaking Disney Cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Bah! I've been going to strip clubs, watching horror movies, and finally geting into some bloody battles to get rid of any vestiges of Kakarot thoughts.  Bruce Cain hasn’t woken up since the beating he received from Gogeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   When ever she visits Vincent Cassandra keeps giving me an evil look. Tch! The Stupid kid had a little rampage; I can't help it if he needed to take a beating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well I finally start feeling like my normal self Bulma knocks on my door to my gravity room." Vegeta! You have to see this! It’s on the Television. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Damn! I really hope she isn't interrupting my training just so I can see some sappy soap opera. Turns out it was&lt;a href="http://angelogjustice.blogspot.com/2008/02/call-of-destiny-part-one-destiny-arises.html#links"&gt; Justice.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She had this crappy little speech about a fight with the Corru. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For a long time The Corru Empire has killed our peoples, rapes our homes and worlds and taken all that we have but they failed to take our SPIRIT and our FIRE... You have been patient, you have tried diplomacy and talk but this is not the time for idle chatter... Bah! this is the time for WAR! Because it is what they want and it is what they deserve! Tonight we give our answer that the line has been drawn and we will not be bullied any more!!! Tonight I go to show the Corru that I am not afraid of them and fully intend on defeating them. When the sunrises tomorrow all will know that the Corru Empire is not as strong as they think. I go to fight and I invite you to join me in this battle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everywhere Rebel troops cheer and yell, "We are with you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bah! I would have Said something about destroying all their planets, and making sure to crush their people so badly that their great grand children will lament the day they crossed the King of Saiyans. Whatever, she's just a child she needs to learn to come up with better threats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Bulma whines "What did they do our sweet innocent child?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I laugh.” It’s about time she started acting like she had some sense in her head."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Bulma gapes. “What?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes the way she acted before, all needing protection and crap was getting old." I snort. “We had another word for 'innocent' in my old planet broker days, Victim.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I just can't talk you sometimes!" She shouts. I don't see her problem she knows what she married. As I was going back to the Gravity Room I hear of all things Vella's Lantern recharge battery talking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “King Vegeta where is Lantern Vella? This is the Guardians of the Universe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I don't know" I shrug. “Somewhere with her friends." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “She must be somewhere outside the Universe or this time period if we're unable to contact her. Well you're good enough, call back your granddaughter, and order her to never interfere with Corru business again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What?"  I'm a little surprised those dress wearing blue gnomes would side with the Corru. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " The Corru have brought order to a wild sector of the Universe by conquering warring, and aggressive planets. We will continue to allow them to do so and if you, or your granddaughter block their task we will declare her a criminal and order all Green Lanterns to arrest or assassinate her, including your daughter your choice." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then the glowing around the Lantern stops. Idiotic Elves this is the kind of thinking you get when you reject all emotions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-8961169322057526312?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/8961169322057526312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=8961169322057526312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/8961169322057526312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/8961169322057526312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-another-victim.html' title='Not another victim'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-8263653714614780617</id><published>2008-02-18T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:59:44.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gogeta: Bringing down Cain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2008/02/what.html"&gt;Goku and Vegeta fused to become me, so I could beat some sense into this time traveling Bruce Cain.  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I got rid of the evil Gogeta, don't worry he won't bother anyone  anymore. So now I was taking down Vegeta's grandson Bruce Cain  when he tries to get me to stop with this lame excuse.   " Grandfather! Sensei Goku Stop! I admit I tried to take out my anger on  &lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2008/02/cain-vs-cain.html"&gt; Uncle Cabain.&lt;/a&gt; But I'm over it now,  we've got to get the Legacy house now!&lt;a href="http://slayerofheroes.blogspot.com/2008/02/someone-dies.html"&gt; Heroslayer is attacking them right now!&lt;/a&gt; I've tried several times  to stop the death of Van_el At his hands but the time stream refuses to be changed, but with you and your power, Um Gogeta, that freak wouldn't stand a chance. The planet is trembling each time you walk Heroslayer can't hold a candle to you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Why the Hell would I want Vella to stay with that Kryptonian freak?"  I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Grandfather? That's you asking that isn't it? God this is weird." He shakes his head. " Look If Van dies the Dragonballs can't bring him back because of his clone degeneration, the Dragon will just think he's going to die anyway and refuse to bring him back, and aunt Vella will pine away for the rest of her life For Uncle Jason. She'll never marry or have kids.  well at least until I left for this time at least." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " That's pretty bad " I interject.” But you're a murderer for hire, you've done lots of evil, you need to pay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He rolls his eyes. “Son Goku. Look sir I've been changing my history, it's been changing me, I'm not that person any more. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Whatever you're not going to weasel out of this fight!" I Challenge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Great Gramps is back in charge." He mutters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I laugh " What you don't get is Vella is a Saiyan Warrior She needs a little tragedy to toughen her up if the clone dies who cares? You on the other hand Have been an arrogant little bastard since you got here, it's time for you to taste some humble time Bruce!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I kick him through what's left of some kind of building. "Father! I know you're in there somewhere."  Cabain  pleads.  “If Bruce is right my Sister your daughter is in danger. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   " From a ghost in some guy's body ? Bah! I'm going to finish off Cain. If you want to baby sit Vella go ahead. But she needs to stand on her own two feet Vincent too, this boy is just trying to get out of this fight because he can't read my body language. Just like Goku thought. I bet this all some misdirection Go on and play with the Slayer if you must. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “If that's what you wish Father."  He sounds disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I laugh "I'm not you're father. What part of 'I'm neither Goku nor Vegeta didn't you get?'" He flies off cursing.   “Now Brucie Where were we?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He slashes at me with his sword I kick it out of his hands before he fires a blast at me. “We’re wasting time here!"  he picks up some Batrangs he already tossed at me and tries throwing them again.  I disintegrate them with a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Foolish all those Bat Tricks aren't going to save you."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " They've done pretty well for my Mom, Uncles, and grandfather." He throws one that explodes.  then He fires some Ki Move He called " Reign Of Cain." I dodge the blast. but a it explodes in the air and smaller little blasts fall on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Forgive me Grandfather." Cain whispers. " I should try again to stop the Slayer though I know It won't work ,  heh they say the definition of insanity is to do the same thing over and over and expect a different result." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I dramatically jump out of the smoke.  “At least you admit that you're nuts. Now try a real blast Big Bang Kamehameha! “Yeah that shot really messed him up He gets up and  I grin " I'll send you to the next world with this. Big Bang Kamehameha Times 100!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “But he runs out of ki and collapses Saying Father.. “Mother... Aunt vella forgive me I tried.  So now that he's beaten I stop the Big Bang Kamehameha times 100 fromm firing letting it dissipate. The blast drained my energy, I feel my self separating back into Goku and Vegeta, But hey at least this kid finally was beaten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-8263653714614780617?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/8263653714614780617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=8263653714614780617&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/8263653714614780617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/8263653714614780617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/02/gogeta-bringing-down-cain.html' title='Gogeta: Bringing down Cain'/><author><name>Gogeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912002925504931687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__X_fb14DqKA/R7otaWm4A5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VLePHLM4vpI/S220/Supersaiyan+5+Gogeta.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-7934130562023603378</id><published>2008-02-13T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:46.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family troubles</title><content type='html'>My daughter Vella, has decided to have a Superboy clone for a boyfriend. Yes that's what  I want, A seven teen year old pregnent with a krpytonian /saiyan/human hybrid.  Lucky for me at least because I do not want another screaming brat, the clone was made badly and it's dying. Though Bulma is trying to save it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Luckily it doesn’t sound as if she can do it. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; “Are these readings right Mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes Vella, we don't have the technology to stop the degeneration. I'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well can't we clone him again? Put his memories in the new clone?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Bulma gives her a stern look." That would just make things worse I've never cloned a Kryptonian, he'd just die over and over again. That and I think his brain patterns are screwing up we may not be able to record his memories."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Vella shouts at her brightly colored dressed friends, And Vincent.  " Let's go find that Jerk Inertia To see if he can what he did for Match to Van!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They shout and leave my home like Multi-colored stampede.  Kal-El shows up and takes the clone to his Arctic Fortress. "Hmph, good riddance" I snort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Your compassion is  amazing." Bulma states. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " What ? he was just like the other one Kon Constantly horny I would rather not have another squealing brat around here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Like Vella is such a moron to not be safe." Bulma laughs. “Yet you have no problem with Vince and Cass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Vella is more impulsive than Vincent." I tell her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wrong Vella is better at thinking things out than Vince. Our son likes to run into things head first blasting without a thought  of the consequences. Remind you of anyone?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Bah!"   I reply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Guess you don't want to know who Vella's other boyfriend is. "  She grins.  Another one?   Gah! Why do they all have to have Bulma's libido? That's it I don't want to think about this anymore. I'm going to train my new pet Gahija.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2008/02/still-working-out-bugs.html#links"&gt; Vampirella &lt;/a&gt; found it on some back water planet.&lt;br /&gt;I have named it Skaar.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/R7LNepUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAjA/ZBACq4iRaNQ/s1600-h/mongolian_death_worm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/R7LNepUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAjA/ZBACq4iRaNQ/s320/mongolian_death_worm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166417648919293778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Because well when I had one of these as a chld it scareed Nappa.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And I find it with a bow, and frilly hat on it. Either Vella or Bra has imasculated him. Bah! When I get my hands on one of them... They will be Hell to pay!  Grr. At that moment I sense two high power levels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hmm I recognize them both My Son Cabain, and Bruce Cain in battle. Looks like I'll have to break them up. I fly to the scene of the battle, and for some reason Kakarot is hanging around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Stop this!" I command. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well then if I can't fight my uncle why not my Grandfather?"  He smirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He charges me and Kakarot  Jumps in between us. "  I wanna fight him!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “What? Fine how do we decide this?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Rock Paper Scissors!"  The Clown shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Bah! Whatever moron." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We go through this silly game and both of us pick Scissors damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “So I get to fight you both!"  Cain Sneers.  Looks like this kid is going to bite off more than he can chew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-7934130562023603378?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/7934130562023603378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=7934130562023603378&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/7934130562023603378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/7934130562023603378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/02/family-troubles.html' title='Family troubles'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/R7LNepUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAjA/ZBACq4iRaNQ/s72-c/mongolian_death_worm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-4037781164929812423</id><published>2008-01-25T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:46.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh weird</title><content type='html'>On my Stat counter there is a little option where you can see the searches that  that end up here at this blog. Most of the searches are variations on Bulma Vegeta or Bulma Vegeta naked or something. What is wrong with you people? But then there are some that are just well defy logic.  Here I will share some of them. They will be in italics with comments from me in normal text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Spider-Man and Skyboy meet DR. Zap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Skyboy? Dr. Zap? All the good names have been taken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Subway no take away Swiss cheese. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For the last time Hulk you can't order food from my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Goku on steroids&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That explains so much. There's actually more than one search for Kakarot and steroids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Hercules flying god. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He flies pretty well if you throw him, it’s the landings that are the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brolly fighting god &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think Brolly would lose that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  I want to sleep with Goten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Um okay.  You'll have to ask Bra about that. What do you say daughter? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/R5rZ1VNKs4I/AAAAAAAAAi4/wTWHJlo5mH8/s1600-h/Bra+mad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/R5rZ1VNKs4I/AAAAAAAAAi4/wTWHJlo5mH8/s320/Bra+mad.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159675833354990466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Heh she just left the room cursing.. and fianlly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hot muscle animal woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What? How did that get here? This search frightens me, and how did it get here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Well that's most of the weird ones. But somehow I don't believe they will be the last of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-4037781164929812423?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/4037781164929812423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=4037781164929812423&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/4037781164929812423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/4037781164929812423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/01/huh-weird.html' title='Huh weird'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/R5rZ1VNKs4I/AAAAAAAAAi4/wTWHJlo5mH8/s72-c/Bra+mad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-1467653698545170631</id><published>2008-01-20T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:47.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandmaster's game : Vegeta</title><content type='html'>This is highly insulting.  I am the King of Saiyans, and I refuse to spend my time fighting so some cosmic entity obsessed with games can get his rocks off. Fine I'll go with this one battle, but just to save this planet, not to be a damned puppet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I'm transported to a desert looks like New Mexico, maybe Arizona.  " Vegeta it is I..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Well either you're Grandmaster, or I'm going insane."  I smirk. “Just tell me what I'm fighting for and shut up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I hear the Grandmaster grumble." The Infinity Gauntlet is here, if you want to save your adopted planet, you will defeat your opponent here." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Hmph. Fine just shut up you cosmic freak."  I growl. The Infinity Gauntlet eh? A glove with these seven gems that pretty much give you power to rule the Universe.  Though I’m not young and want to rule the Universe anymore, I can still punish The Grandmaster for putting me through this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I think about just grabbing the Gauntlet, and getting out of here, but I'm grabbed and thrown on the ground before I can do so. Oh great the Hulk. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/R5Pt8sA5P9I/AAAAAAAAAiw/xWSoY2Us_x4/s1600-h/World+War+Hulk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/R5Pt8sA5P9I/AAAAAAAAAiw/xWSoY2Us_x4/s320/World+War+Hulk.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157727625132195794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  I transform up to SS5 So "You're my opponent? What the did  Mephisto offer you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Sakaar restored, my wife, and child alive again, for that I will give anything." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I start laughing." Aw man now that is a riot! Ha! I miss the days when you'd just say "Hulk Smash!" At least then you wouldn't give these little sob stories to me.  Pathetic Earth creature” Though I’m not really sure this is our universes’ Hulk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He snarls and charges me in a blinding rage his first punch misses and I slam him with a shot to the chest, next I fire a ki blast. After the smoke clears the Hulk growls defiantley.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; He comes at me with a sword ,and I'm surprised when it cuts through my armor, and into my flesh what is it made out of? I kick it out of his hand then I'm choke slammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He beats me around the face causing my vision to go bad; I knee the behemoth in the groin to create some separation. A super Galick Gun knocks him away some more. I shake the cobwebs out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just in time I look  to see The Hulk, going to stomp my head I grab his foot and throw him away from destroying some mountains.  “Big Bang Attack!" He knocks away the attack but I slam into him using my speed to batter him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He claps his hands together the force of the clap knocks me into a cliff turning it into rubble I get up and yell " You want to talk of your mate and offspring that You're fighting for? Well Hulk so am I! and I will not lose! Super Kaioken!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My increase in strength catches him off guard, though I know he'll be just as strong soon enough. After battering  the face making his eyes blacken, and his featres puffy and bloody, I release my energy tearing his flesh from his bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I fly after the Gauntlet right before it's in my grasp, I'm stomped on. Damn his healing factor. I elbow him in the nose it's then I realize there's more than one way to beat someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I punch the ground And we both fall in the chasm I can fly he can't . I grab his leg and throw him into the sky.  As he goes off into the horizon I grab the Gauntlet I won the game and the damned glove vanishes from my hand, I find myself , along with my children, teleported into The Grandmaster's lair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Grandmaster and Mephisto are arguing but finally the demon lord relents and vanishes in a cloud of brimstone. The Grandmaster looks at me and my family, Which now includes Bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes you Royal Saiyans gave me one exciting game. I think I will keep you as my pawns you can win many games for me. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I think not!" I challenge. “Children take him down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I was tired after fighting the Hulk but I attacked anyway, we were all knocked back. It was then I noticed he was wearing the Infinity Gauntlet. Not even with Vella’s ring could any of us affect him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “As long as I have this. You will do as I say. As will your children princess Bra, and  Vincent, and Vella’s future children until the end of time . Prepare for the next game." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Of course that's it, his obsession with games, that’s how I will free us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Vella I need you to make something for me with your ring. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After I explain what it is I walk up to the Grandmaster.  “Fine you have the power advantage, but would you like to play a game for our freedom, that and you put the Infinity gems back where you found them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "And Guy's power battery" Vella  pipes in. " He kind of needs that. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " What kind of game do you propose Saiyan King?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " It's called a coin toss. Simple really If I flip it, if it lands on heads we're free, If lands on tails we’re your slaves, also you have to give up the Infinity Gauntlet, and Gardener's power battery what do you say eh?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Vella says. “But Daddy... you said...."  I put my hand over her mouth. “Quiet you!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I will play."  The Grandmaster states. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I smirk. " Heads."  The coin falls on the ground . "  Heads it is, we win. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He sighs. " too bad , you would have made great pawns. You have your freedom leave. I see the Infinity Gems vanish, good no one really needs to be that much more powerful than I.  Vella takes the Power Battery, and we end up back in Capsule Corp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Father" Mirai scolds.  That was very irresponsible if that coin landed on tails we would have been stuck fighting for him forever." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I smirk. “That’s why I cheated."  I flip he coin Vella made, to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Two headed coin." Mirai laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ha! So glad that is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-1467653698545170631?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/1467653698545170631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=1467653698545170631&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/1467653698545170631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/1467653698545170631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/01/grandmasters-game-vegeta.html' title='Grandmaster&apos;s game : Vegeta'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AuRw_igq3Y/R5Pt8sA5P9I/AAAAAAAAAiw/xWSoY2Us_x4/s72-c/World+War+Hulk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-8900677112466863137</id><published>2008-01-17T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T23:15:21.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandmaster's game: Mirai</title><content type='html'>Ugh. It looks like there has been a retcon, like &lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/2008/01/sometimes-they-come-back-thats-why-you.html"&gt; Fury &lt;/a&gt; said. Time has been ripped, and changed. Yet it seems to be centered on Spider-Man, weird. Next thing I know I'm teleported. Great as Father likes to say ... Time to play the game.  ( He claims he said that before HHH, he's lying.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Oddly, I appear before Mephisto. " Trunks Briefs, or as you like to call yourself Mirai, You know I'm going to win this, but you can rule in Hell, where you had to be a servant on Earth. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " What are you talking about? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " You are the oldest son of Vegeta, and yet he passed you over,  made the younger Trunks his heir.  But if you serve me you can be king." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I laugh. " You think I want to be King of saiyans? Hell no! I have evreything I want freak! What kind of hero would make a deal with the Devil?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Spider-Man." he laughs.  “He came to me to save his ancient aunt, I took his marriage, and all the knowledge of it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I stare I just know what Trunks would think “Sweet the hot Red Head is single!" But me? I lost a lot of respect for Spider-Man. What kind of hero makes deals with the Devil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “What kind of stupid deal is that? I thought you wanted souls?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He shrugs “I was bored." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Whatever, no deal demon! Just send to my fight so I can beat whoever it is ,and tie the game up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You are an arrogant one time traveler. And a fool you should have made a deal with me. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I shrug. “I’d rather not burn for eternity thank you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You will either way after you lose this battle the Earth is mine!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Next thing I know I'm in this huge laboratory. And I see who my the other one is Ultron the psychotic robot. Grandmaster in my mind tells me that I'm going for the Phisopher's Stone, a stone alchemists used to look for that could transmute lead into gold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And it's the only thing in here that doesn't look high tech. Kind like an ordainary brick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am glad it's you I get to destroy you hurt the Terminatrix, my perfect mate. "  Ultron shrieks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ick. Android love, almost as freaky as human, 'droid love.  Yes I'm looking at you Krillin, Magneto, and Ironlad, you are all sick! Sick I tell you! Maybe I just think that because androids destroyed my world, but it could be because it's SICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I smirk" You should know I love breaking pieces of scrap robots like you it's kind of my hobby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I punch his jaw damn it! He's adamantium. He smacks me into a bunch of computers then fires some kind of ray at my head. It stings like nobody's business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "My Ecephlo- Ray will destroy you foolish flesh bag!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I transform to SS5.  I go all crazy for a second until I focus my mind. “Burning Attack!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The blast did affect him but it only seemed to mess up his circuits I start smashing  against his metal frame  after a few shots I break him in half, though my hands are bleeding and sore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " You think I only have one body? I am a program you big haired alien freak." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Next thing I know I'm surrounded by droids. Damn I've had nightmares like this. they beat me, zap me, and overwhelm me. I blast them all away and fly to the Stone. I command it to turn all the machines into glass. I shatter through the roof. And destroy the lab with a Finish Buster.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Looks like I've tied the game all up. &lt;br /&gt;Grandmaster:2&lt;br /&gt;Mephisto:2    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Meanwhile in Grandmaster's domain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Would you like to concede now Demon Lord?" The Grandmaster smiles.  " The Knight put you in check, The King will put you in checkmate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Bah!  You had better not go back on our agreement when my fighter beats Vegeta you will give me all the items that they have won, and I shall do with them as I will." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “I know the deal Mephisto, but I believe the Saiyan King will win for me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Your faith in him is unfounded, I already had his soul once, and I shall again. Besides he has no chance of defeating my fighter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-8900677112466863137?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/8900677112466863137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=8900677112466863137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/8900677112466863137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/8900677112466863137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/01/grandmasters-game-mirai.html' title='Grandmaster&apos;s game: Mirai'/><author><name>Mirai Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12218789262776950330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/360267/trunkspose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-5699181180924291714</id><published>2008-01-14T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:47.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandmaster's game: Trunks</title><content type='html'>My little sister is all mad  that my  littler sister Was picked by the Grandmaster to play this game. Yeah I have no idea why she wants to be in this fight anyway. Oh wait yeah I do the saiyan blood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her she has to learn to control those urgres. She sneers at me.  " And you call yourself The Prince of all Saiyans? Bah!" She didn't used to care about fighting and now that's she got a taste of it she's like addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  That and for some reason she's seems to be a little jealous of Vella.   Before I ask why evreything goes black. Next thing I know I'm  in some destroyed city I look around and I see peices of a saiyan ship, Damn this the place where Dad , and Nappa first came to Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Damn. It's like there are ghosts here all glaring at me accusing  " The sins of the father are visited on the son!" Though Dad didn't blow up this city Nappa did It's not The old Man didn't do his fair share on his first trip to Earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My little sister is all mad that my littler sister was picked by the Grandmaster to play this game. Yeah I have no idea why she wants to be in this fight anyway. Oh wait yeah I do the saiyan blood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her she has to learn to control those urges. She sneers at me.  “And you call yourself The Prince of all Saiyans? Bah!" She didn't used to care about fighting and now that's she got a taste of it she's like addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  That and for some reason she's seems to be a little jealous of Vella.   Before I ask why everything goes black. Next thing I know I’m in some destroyed city I look around and I see pieces of a saiyan ship, Damn this the place where Dad , and Nappa first came to Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Damn. It's like there are ghosts here all glaring at me accusing “The sins of the father are visited on the son!" Though Dad didn't blow up this city Nappa did It's not The old Man didn't do his fair share on his first trip to Earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “It is I the Grandmaster..."  A voice in my head starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah I guessed that." I snort. “Look I'd like to get out of here, just tell me who I have to fight and what I have to get."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " You are going to battle for the Cosmic Cube.  Also the one you will battle is your greatest enemy. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Goten?"  I ask jokingly.  There is no reply. Hmph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Finally. My opponent appears oh great.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/R4vvX6vwvHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zORkowZ54Co/s1600-h/Trunks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/R4vvX6vwvHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zORkowZ54Co/s200/Trunks.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155477392641277042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt; It's me . Perfect first Mirai shows up to make everything confusing, now this.  I get into fighting stance, and he declares “I’m my own father!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Wait what?" Great he's a goofy little bastard.  That or he uses disturbing thoughts as a distraction.  He comes at me sword drawn.  Our swords clash and I thrust he parries, He lunges I block. Damn we know the same moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I try to transform, and he does the same so now we're still the same, and now there is more destruction, he keeps raving about how he's his own father, besides the disgusting image that brings into my mind it's scientifically impossible and I say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Sorry pal But even if you are some kind of time traveler you can't make yourself. Vegeta is our Father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No! No! He’s hatses us! We will kill you!"  Oh God it's like fighting a Gollum version of me.  Well I have an idea if this guy is me even from an alternate universe; He has a pretty easy weakness to exploit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Hey look, it’s a sorierty girl in a short skirt, and tight sweater and she's drunk!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Where?"  He turns around, and I stab him in the chest.  So it's over I won.  I find the Cosmic Cube and I'm about to leave then I see another me? What the Hell? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “So you killed him? I should have known he was the worst clone I've ever made." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh I get it my own father." I laugh. “You cloned yourself. Man! I'm glad he wasn't saying what I thought he was. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " He was a mental deficient clone. " The other me shrugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Yeah I guess so. Why else would he make a deal with Devil?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He punches me in the face knocking me down and takes the Cube.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Idiot! I was the one who made the deal I want to be King of the Saiyans in My realm, but my dad just won't die! For winning this fight I will have the power to kill him!" he takes the cube and teleports out. Damn I lost this fight.  I do not want to tell Dad about this, He’s already mad that I won’t marry Marron, and make an heir. This isn’t going to go over well.  He’ll likely make Mirai the Prince after this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Game Score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmaster: 1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mephisto: 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-5699181180924291714?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/5699181180924291714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=5699181180924291714&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/5699181180924291714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/5699181180924291714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/01/grandmasters-game-trunks.html' title='Grandmaster&apos;s game: Trunks'/><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5167/1987/1600/987289/trunks-7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0vNCC5KfAzI/R4vvX6vwvHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zORkowZ54Co/s72-c/Trunks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-4028953343078724947</id><published>2008-01-09T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:47.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandmaster's game: Vella</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;  It is I the Grandmaster. Vincent Briefs failed in his mission.  Though it looks bleak, and the Earth's prospects are dark, the next one I choose to battle has a weapon that can light even the Blackest Night.   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm so confused by this dating thing. Red Hood didn’t want me around ... And the new Clone of Superboy seemed great until he lost to Hobgoblin in a fight, and coughs a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Maybe I should have just stayed alone. It was a lot easier than having to sift through how I feel about too boys. And Bra is no help.  I tried talking to her about it and shew was all like " I cant believe I you were picked over me in some kind of Fight thing to save the Universe! I'm experienced, you have what a year of training, and a fancy ring? Bah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bra is a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Next thing I know  I'm teleported to this place my ring says I'm in the same Universe, and Then I meet my opponents, And when I hear what the power object I'm supposed to get is I laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  My opponents are these guys. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/R4WmWEt8M7I/AAAAAAAAACA/rznTG9RHSnY/s1600-h/pIlaf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/R4WmWEt8M7I/AAAAAAAAACA/rznTG9RHSnY/s320/pIlaf.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153708246749164466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Wow. Um who are you guys?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I am Emperor Pilaf the great!" The little blue guy announces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You must rule some backwater country because I've never heard of you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Pilaf shouts. “Of course not Doctor Doom gets all the press! But that will change once I win for Mephisto, I will have the power to get that annoyance Goku off my back! And then the world will know me!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    " Goku? You must have been evil to fight with him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He shakes his tiny fist at me “It’s not wrong to want to rule the world." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Yeah it is." I shrug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Shut up let's fight!"  and him, the girl, and the ninja dog? All jump into robots.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/R4Ww_kt8M8I/AAAAAAAAACI/JfdE8J-YyLs/s1600-h/Pilaf+bots.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/R4Ww_kt8M8I/AAAAAAAAACI/JfdE8J-YyLs/s320/Pilaf+bots.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153719954830013378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Wow! Those mechs are really old! Where did you get them an antiques show?" I chuckle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “It was a villain surplus store." The little blue guy mutters. “Never mind that. Mephisto enhanced the tech." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “How?" I had to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “It’s magic I don't have to explain it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   " Okaaay!" I roll my eyes. “Let’s get this over with. My favorite cartoon is about to come on." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I make a ring construct and it gets sucked into the robots, and all the energy from my ring goes in it too. The heck? It has Manhunter parts  in there? Manhunter as in the evil robots not the vigilante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Now deploy the anti saiyan weapons!"  The blue guy orders And this gas messes up my eyes, and these sounds make my ears hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "  Now we will defeat you by tickling you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " What? I see why Son Goku has never mentioned this guy he's pretty um silly. Tickled? Worst villain ever.  There is no way I'm spending the afternoon being tickled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's hard to concentrate, but I use  the Solar Flare on them, So while they are blinded I get the power object, a green lantern battery.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/R4XMD0t8M9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lWABJJoC_Oo/s1600-h/Vell+Lantern.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/R4XMD0t8M9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lWABJJoC_Oo/s320/Vell+Lantern.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153749714658407378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  " In Brightest day in blackest night No Evil shall escape my sight. Let those who worship evil's might beware my power Green Lantern's light!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now that my ring is recharged, their saiyan weapons can't get past my ring barrier. I blast at the robots. They are all shocked That the blast damages them.  “Our Green Lantern devices aren't working on that energy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Of course not I'm firing ki. I've disabled all your Manhunter tech so now it's time for this.  I make a saiyan ape construct. And let it beat up their robots  I make a chair and wish I had a drink and popcorn, and then a Jason Todd, and Superboy construct come up and give me constucted drinks and popcorn.  Man my subconscious must have made those. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I erase them.  And I gloat a little bit.  “Yeah Vella Briefs wins! I'm so not going to let Vincent live this down. Ha! Now what am I going to do? I'm going to Disney World!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The lady asks “Aren’t you a little young to know about those commercials?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What commercials?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The little blue man pouts. " This is what we get for making a deal with the devil, and fighting some kid that looks like that pervert Bulma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " My mom is not a Pervert!"  I yell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Woah small world." The dog wait the do can talk? Cool!   I wish my dog could talk.  Oh well I better get this battery back... wait it has a Michigan Wolverines logo on it. This has to be Guy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He should learn to keep not to lose his battery oh well after Grandmaster gets it I have to make sure to get it back to Guy, Or he'll be all surly, and have to ask the Guardians for a new one,  That and the others wouldn't stop laughing at him   &lt;br /&gt;It’d just be a bad scene all around there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Game score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Grandmaster:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mephisto:1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-4028953343078724947?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/4028953343078724947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=4028953343078724947&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/4028953343078724947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/4028953343078724947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/01/grandmasters-game-vella.html' title='Grandmaster&apos;s game: Vella'/><author><name>Vella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11805328909199769672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/R5MM30t8M_I/AAAAAAAAACc/gTGZmHI8XXg/S220/Vella+Lantern.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/R4WmWEt8M7I/AAAAAAAAACA/rznTG9RHSnY/s72-c/pIlaf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-160842464924193360</id><published>2008-01-05T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:48.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandmaster's game: Vincent</title><content type='html'>My vacation with Cass was screwed up by the Grandmaster.  You know we did this to like work on our relationship but she won't actually talk.  All she does is kiss, mae and other and touch me.  That and give me this look. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/R4A9apjWFOI/AAAAAAAAALU/A15qvVXXaYo/s1600-h/Cass+the+look.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/R4A9apjWFOI/AAAAAAAAALU/A15qvVXXaYo/s400/Cass+the+look.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152185501751842018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   When we start to kiss I'm teleported again. While I'm looking around at what seems like Gotham City, a voice booms in my head. “It is I, The Grandmaster. You are in another Universe's Gotham. Your goal is to capture the Serpent Crown.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/R4BA7pjWFPI/AAAAAAAAALc/d_6YQY-Kouk/s1600-h/Serpent+Crown.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/R4BA7pjWFPI/AAAAAAAAALc/d_6YQY-Kouk/s400/Serpent+Crown.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152189367222408434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An artifact of great power attached to the ancient god Set You will instinctually know where it is. The Adversary's agent will battle you for it. Remember one thing young saiyan,  your opponent is someone you think you know." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  That was weird. So I start going towards the Serpent Crown When I hear" " Your nothing but a piece of meat to them!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I recognize the voice as Barbra Gordon, Oracle.  Well an alternate universe version of her and she was holding an alternate Universe Cass by the hair how the hell she's able to do that I don't know. “They don’t respect you! That' why your lover cheats on you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I get mad I mean she's abusing Cass when in my Universe well they're usually like this.   &lt;a href="http://img131.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1183690746943mw1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img131.imageshack.us/img131/8859/1183690746943mw1.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Like Sisters or something. That's a jarring difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I know she's not my Cass, but I don't like her being hurt.  I fly in and yell at her some. Then I see what she was forcing Cass to look at Monitors with Super heroes doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm so appalled I blast them all and curse Alternate Barbra out then I fly off towards where the Crown is.  I notice alternate Cass following me, Heh, I got that affect on Batgirls I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I land where the Crown is being held and it's a Sports Arena You know a foot ball field that converts to a Soccer Field Etc. The Crown is on the goal posts.  I scan the scene when another familiar voice says “Vincent Briefs? Did you bring me to this city jerk?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Eh? Yuske Urameshi?" &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/R4BOuZjWFRI/AAAAAAAAALs/U162-KXI5nI/s1600-h/Yuske.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/R4BOuZjWFRI/AAAAAAAAALs/U162-KXI5nI/s400/Yuske.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152204532751930642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That time I died This guy was a jerk to me then and I said I was going to fight him I can't believe he fell in  with this Adversary guy.  And why the Hell was this fight put into an alternate universe? Cosmic entities are so weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Well I can't believe you went evil Urameshi." I shake my head. "Oh well I'm have to beat you down for that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “What are you talking about Monkey Brain?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I punch him before he can say another thing He grins "that all you saiyan? Here try this." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  His shot actually hurts, makes my nose bleed.  he laughs at me while I show my shock. " What? You surprised a human could hurt you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Whatever you are it ain't completely human." I spit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Like you can talk, son of an alien." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I change into a super saiyan, and hit him with a over hand right knocking through a wall. " Now that's more like it." I smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We exchange a few more punches my speed meaning I land a few more,  I know I'm going to win this until He points his finger at me and yells "Spirit Gun.” Great he can blast energy too.  I deflect it away with a Galick Gun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He Lands a scissor kick after I knock the engry away.  He's stronger now.  As we keep fighting he keeps getting stronger. I  go up to the next SS level, And He surprises me with a shot gun version of the Spirit Gun thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; While I’m stunned he closes his fist and blasts me with a Double Barrel Spirit Gun He gets in close to punch me and receives a Final Flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It looked like I got him good But Yuske walks out of the smoke all weird.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/R4Ba1ZjWFSI/AAAAAAAAAL0/1bTjmZhdAG4/s1600-h/yuske+demon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/R4Ba1ZjWFSI/AAAAAAAAAL0/1bTjmZhdAG4/s400/yuske+demon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152217847150548258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Wow now you just look special." I grin, trying not to laugh. " Okay now it's my turn to transform I turn it all the way up to SS4.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/R4Bcq5jWFTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/VRm9QU8-G8s/s1600-h/Vince+ss4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/R4Bcq5jWFTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/VRm9QU8-G8s/s400/Vince+ss4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152219865785177394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Looks like you can't talk about me being silly looking. " Uremeshi laughs.  We start the battle up with renewed vitality.  Finally after i think I'm gonna get him down he explodes his "spirit " energy from his body really messing me up it doesn't feel like I can hold the SS4 mode very long , so I put every thing I have left into my dad's new finishing move the Final Shine Attack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It hits and smoke flows everywhere. I emerge with the Crown. The alternate Cass Walks up to me and then punches me in the face with an Adamantuim glove.  After a few more blows, I'm out. And she takes the Crown.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Nice metal... We don't have it in our Universe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " W..why?" I ask her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Because he... offered me revenge... on those who used me.  Stephanie... Tim... Dick... Conner Kent.. Connor Hawke... All used my body." What kind of screwed up reality is this? " And Batman... who used me as ... a weapon. " Okay that's the same in both realities.   She grabs me by the face.  “You’re... Pretty. Maybe I'll keep you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I spit in her face and am slapped. Mocking laughter permeated the arena. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You! You’re the Adversary?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “That is one of my names but I prefer Mephisto." &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/R4Bj45jWFUI/AAAAAAAAAME/L9kOEONdRSg/s1600-h/Mephisto.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/R4Bj45jWFUI/AAAAAAAAAME/L9kOEONdRSg/s400/Mephisto.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152227802884740418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well, well looks like Samson before you a woman is your weakness.  As you can now see I teleported Uremeshi here to this Universe but he wasn't my agent Cassandra Cain was." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " A distraction."  I presume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Yes The Spirit Detective was just a distraction, I knew you would fall for your little Cass's act." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " She's not my Cass ." I yell." She wouldn't betray me!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Why not?" The demon taunts.  "You were going to leave her for some girl you didn't even like. I know you were thinking of her happiness. That she'd be better off with  that other guy because all of those people have been telling you what you already know.  She can't be happy with you. Especially after you learned of your son Bruce.  You know, if youy make you a deal with me I can erase her memories of you, then she can find someone else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I growl " Who would be stupid enough to erase his relation ship with a  his girl for any reason? Yeah I thought all those things, but I now know how stupid I was. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He chuckles. “You have faith in her nature. Too bad I know mortal's nature is alwyas to hurt the ones they love. She will betray you, they always betray. But don't worry, When I win this game with The Grandmaster, I'll extend Hell into your Universe, and the two of you can burn together for eternity. HAHAHAHAHAH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Uremehsi  groans. " Good work idiot." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm teleported back to the Island, and cass is looking over me “What happened to... your face?" I back away from  her slowly.  “What’s wrong?"   She asked with a puzzled look.  What am I worried about?  My Cass won't betray me. Mephisto is lying isn’t he?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Game Score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Grandmaster 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mephisto 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-160842464924193360?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/160842464924193360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=160842464924193360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/160842464924193360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/160842464924193360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/01/grandmasters-game-vincent.html' title='Grandmaster&apos;s game: Vincent'/><author><name>Vince Briefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360513355515104465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/R753rptFc1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/rry-dhioH-Y/S220/Vincent.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPW-0NUb0co/R4A9apjWFOI/AAAAAAAAALU/A15qvVXXaYo/s72-c/Cass+the+look.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-7785026083170963085</id><published>2007-12-31T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T06:16:29.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandmaster's game part 1</title><content type='html'>Hmph. I was at the New Years Party for Capsule Corp.  I don't see the big deal it's just another day. I glare at what I think is Superboy making time with my daughter.  Then I Look over to to the other side of the room where Superboy is leaving early with Wondergirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Hell? Before I can figure this one out. Bulma walks up “It’s almost midnight, get ready to kiss me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I don't get why I have to kiss you at this particular time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Vegeta you've been on Earth for years now I don't see why you wouldn't get it ,your not stupid, don’t you saiyans celebrate anything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes the vanquishing of our enemies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She rolls her eyes. “Just shut up and kiss me."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I close my eyes and ... nothing.  I open them again, and I and a few of my children are in a room that looks like a museum to games.  I look around to see Mirai, Trunks, Vincent, and Vella where’s Bra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Vincent still has his eyes closed and his face is covered in black lipstick.  " "Hey! Wake up boy!"  I yell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “AAAH!" Dad! What are you doing on this island?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I'm not wherever Vampirella paid for you to be and neither are you!  Now zip up your fly and get ready for a battle!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Yes be ready for a battle but not here." This blue weirdo in a robe enters the room .  " I am the Grandmaster." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://img262.imageshack.us/my.php?image=grandmastertd3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img262.imageshack.us/img262/1006/grandmastertd3.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I grab him by the neck he vanishes and reappears behind me, blasting me down with some kind of strange energy. “That was unnecessary. I will not harm you I need you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For what?" Trunks demands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “A little game” He smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mirai glares. “I 've heard of you, aren't you dead?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Aren't you?"  The weirdo responds. " Who in this room hasn't died once?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Me! Me!" Vella raises her hand. “I haven't died!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   " Ahem. Your an excitable one aren't you? Now to business, I have chosen you five as my represenitive in a game..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “A game?" I yell. “Bah! I have had enough of games! Get someone else fool!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He shrugs “You can forfeit if you so desire but  your adopted world will suffer.  My opponent is a being called the Adversary, and if he wins he will use the objects to destroy your world." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Okay I'm listening." I growl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “I have put five objects of great power in five different locations The Adversary has picked five agents. When the time of the game comes I will transport you to the battle field you will defeat your opponent and retrieve the object."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “What’s in this for you?" Vince questions. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; "The excitement of a good game, I will now send you back to the places I took you from. Oh yes Happy New Year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Being a pawn this is how I want to start the New Year.  Oh well at least it maybe a good battle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-7785026083170963085?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/7785026083170963085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=7785026083170963085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/7785026083170963085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/7785026083170963085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2007/12/grandmasters-game-part-1.html' title='Grandmaster&apos;s game part 1'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-3697447057302166556</id><published>2007-12-27T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T22:15:56.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's a Splotchy?</title><content type='html'>My training is interrupted by my daughter Vella screaming something.  I exit my Gravity Room to see what the hell it's about.    She shouts. “Look I'm not into that! Take no for an answer and move on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She throws the phone down and storms off I pick it up. "How do you know when you haven't even tried it?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Pan?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Vegeta? Eep!"  Okay what the hell was that about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hang up the thing rings again a male voice this time. “Hey Can you tell Vella I'd like to talk to her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Why are my daughters always popular? Must be that damned blue hair, or the fact they are almost always clones of Bulma. “Who is this?" I question.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Just tell her Jason called."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Why don't I like the sound of that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway I've been memed. For the beginning of the story go here. http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2007/12/me-me-me.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Basically it's about a wallet stealing wish granting Eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     After the Gen-Eye took my wallet I chased it down the street I was catching up when some guy with an orange cart impedes my progress. Why Is there always an orange car when your chasing someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Do the orange cart people just wait for chase scenes to disrupt? Anyway I ran around the town asking people if they had seen a talking running eye. That earned me some odd looks. That and people asking if I had just escaped the loony bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Finally I saw these strange lights. I went to investigate the source and found the Gen-Eye Jumping into some kind of vortex. I normally don't jump into vortexes but this thing had my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After a weird wild ride I fall face first onto this weird gravel I look up and the sky is purple, The smell of corndogs or something very much like them invades my  nostrils. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I get my bearings and see sighs like The Leprer-can. It was thing that was half Leprechaun half pecan? The Mer_brain, a Brain with a fish tail. I look over all the the weird creatures. Ands finally  read " Interdimensional Side Show"  On one of the signs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I hear a clinking noise and the Gen- Eye appears before me “You shouldn't have followed me."  The noise was all the creatures being released from their cages they all surrounded me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I'm not really going to tag anybody since I think everyone else I know has been tagged . Any one else want to pick it up where I left off feel free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-3697447057302166556?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/3697447057302166556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=3697447057302166556&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/3697447057302166556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/3697447057302166556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2007/12/whats-splotchy.html' title='What&apos;s a Splotchy?'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-9034213233729696581</id><published>2007-12-24T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T00:22:42.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmph Merry Christmas I suppose</title><content type='html'>Note this happened after current Legacy posts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This Christmas eve we had the Capsule Corp Christmas party for all the employees’ investors etc. And Vincent discovered one of the mysteries of some Earth women , you see some of the daughters of investors  Didn't even give him a second look last year, and this year when he has Cassandra with him they are all flirting with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Dad, why are they flirting with me this year when I have a girlfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I shrug “Your guess is as good as mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then the flirting abruptly ended for the poor boy when Bulma forced him to dress like this. &lt;a href="http://server6.theimagehosting.com/image.php?img=drummer Vincent boy.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images6.theimagehosting.com/drummer Vincent boy.th.JPG" border="0" title="The Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yes, Vincent is dressed as a little drummer boy while Kakarot, and Goten, who drank a  potion from Vampirella's father Wolfgang, and ended up becoming about thirteen gawk in their stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The whole time the boy muttered "I hate you I hate you all." It may be lucky for him he is already dating someone because his chances at a getting a female interested while wearing that is about zero, despite the good looks he inherited from me, and Bulma.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Bulma tried to dress up Vella as an elf girl but I don't believe our youngest daughter quite got the point.  &lt;a href="http://server6.theimagehosting.com/image.php?img=Elf Vella.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images6.theimagehosting.com/Elf Vella.th.JPG" border="0" title="The Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And this outfit ,unfortunately had no problem with the opposite sex, and from what I hear one girl hit on her as well though no one would tell me who which means I know them and no one wants me to be upset, because I likely hate them.  Not that it matters.   Vella apparently doesn't swing that way (Not that I'd care if she did.) since Robin found a poster in her room at the Legacy House that well disturbs me. &lt;a href="http://img267.imageshack.us/my.php?image=velsroomtw9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img267.imageshack.us/img267/4199/velsroomtw9.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (And for you sickos, no Robin and Vella were not in the room together.  He just borrowed her room while the Titans were staying there. Vella ended up staying here that night.)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Any way I spent my night keeping suitors away from her. So I can be forgiven when later in the night while half asleep, I found someone sneaking around in the house and blasted them. I thought it was Santa Doom I thought wrong, it was Santa Claus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img401.imageshack.us/my.php?image=santajk6yt1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img401.imageshack.us/img401/6136/santajk6yt1.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bah! Quit crying kid. Lobo killed Santa Claus once. And I think he was killed maybe twice during "Who Wants to be a Super Villain." He's immortal, or regenerates or something, any way for the rest of the night since I screwed up I hired someone to take over for Kris Kringle probably a good idea to leave cookies for him because if you don't he gets angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img166.imageshack.us/my.php?image=santafixitvr0.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img166.imageshack.us/img166/4472/santafixitvr0.th.png" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you wouldn't like him when he's angry.  Merry Christmas or whatever holiday you celebrate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-9034213233729696581?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/9034213233729696581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=9034213233729696581&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/9034213233729696581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/9034213233729696581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2007/12/hmph-merry-christmas-i-suppose.html' title='Hmph Merry Christmas I suppose'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-6512336026515146161</id><published>2007-12-19T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T01:36:34.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oboy the fun of Aunt Corset's visit.</title><content type='html'>I so love the holidays. The shopping, the lack of parking spaces, the pushy pushy humans.  I had to drag Bulma out of a battle with some humungous woman. Over some present for Vella. If you can't tell I'm being sarcastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You know I have never gotten this Christmas. What is it some celebration of greed or some such? That, and the time of my yearly battle with Santa Doom. Well whatever, Weose yet Bulma's Aunt Corset decided to pay us visit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ah for the days when she lived half a continent away, and we only saw her evrey couple of years or so. Poor Wolfgang ,how does he live with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She was going on and on about how the names Vincent, and Vella weren't right for her family. " I can't believe you let him give those horrible names. You should have known this alien murderer would scoff at our family tradition."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I glare at her. " Yes and my family tradition doesn't matter. Eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She laughs "They would all be named Vegeta."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Well, Bra likely would be named Vella, but that turned out well for Vella."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She rolls her eyes. "And what does that even mean?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In my language Saiyan Princess. In others it means other things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bra looks all weird. “Hey! I'm the older one! I'm the Princess." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Technically you both are dear." Bulma points out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Trunks shakes his head. " Not sure which name would be worse Trunks or Vegeta."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mirai snickers. " The Trunks name is all yours buddy." &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Why couldn't the boy have had a Briefs name?" Corset complains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Bulma sighs. “I liked the name Vincent, it means victory." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And just as she said that Cassandra walks out of Vincent's room and when I got a look at her I started laughing at look on Corset's face. &lt;a href="http://www.turboimagehost.com/p/53214/Cass_Surprise.JPG.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s1d2.turboimagehost.com/t/53214_Cass_Surprise.JPG" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " She's... She's" Corset stutters at the girl gets a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra stares at me as I keep laughing.  Then she walks back to Vincent's room  But not before Bra says " " Good night." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And Batgirl as usual only says  very little " yes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “What was that?" Corset screams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Yeah I know.” Bra states. “Poor girl all those scars." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " No what I meant! Why was she going around like that? And does that mean Vincent and her are having... Relations?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “No She's just a from the jungle." I laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Aunt Corset.."  Bulma finally chimes. “The way Cassandra was raised... well she just doesn't know how to act sometimes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " That and she saw Starfire  walk around like that, and just thought it was okay." I guess Vella states. Well I'm off to play Guitar hero with Anthony and Thad bye." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Your letting her go off with two boys?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "She can protect her self Aunt Corset." Bulma  rubs her hand as if she has a headache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " First you let some whore parade around here..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Cass isn't a whore!" Bulma yells. “That and she loves my son, its unusual yes but he's happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I bet he is. Your father would be ashamed Bulma. Come Wolfgang we're lleaving!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I think I know what to buy Vampirella’s father for Christmas, ear plugs What does he see in that crazy old woman? Yeesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-6512336026515146161?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/6512336026515146161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=6512336026515146161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/6512336026515146161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/6512336026515146161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2007/12/oboy-fun-of-aunt-corsets-visit.html' title='Oboy the fun of Aunt Corset&apos;s visit.'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-5117229245614316335</id><published>2007-12-15T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T22:43:56.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe I have to do this</title><content type='html'>Stupid throwback girl just had to keep saying she was going to be Vincent's mate. over and over again. In front of the saiyans on the island. Now I've been moved into a corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have to fight her in front of evreyone there, and then I'll have to reject her.  Normally this wouldn't matter so much to me. But here's the problem this is going to be one boring fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You see her father Lekko had some kind of problem. We saiyans have evolved as a warrior race, and as such we evolved with out aging so we can fight longer , in fact I didn't even know what aging was until I started living around humans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But when I saw Lekko he looked about 50 in human years. When I discovered he was a skrull. (Well actually the moron announced it on my blog.) I thought that was just a skrull doing a really bad impersonation of a saiyan.  But I have noticed his daughter Celera seems to have well problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You see after every battle we get stronger super or not.Celera wouldn't she seems to have a fixed power level. So her crappy fighting doesn't just come from being clumsy. Though she is very clumsy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Bah! I always thought when the time came for Vincent's mate fight it would be with a highly skilled Martial Artist. Though the one I'm thinking of can't possibly defeat me it would have been a fun diversion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then perhaps I will still get my wish. Amongst all the saiyans a human's energy, and ki just stood out I look over there.  I look by her and see Vella with Cassandra.  I focus my hearing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “Vincent.. She's doesn't love... You… If you stay with her... You’ll be sad." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My boy looks down. "Probably better than bringing a monster into the world." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't tell under that weird mask but I think Batgirl gave him a dirty look." Is.. Bruce what's this about?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “No not entirely. " Vincent shrugs.  " I thought you'd be happy with Azreal." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “I was happy with you... Jean Paul is a friend that's all. Though... he is acting.. weird. Look... Nightwing... told me... That Bruce doesn’t... Have to be like... the one we saw... And other um stuff. Your... Body language tells me you still like me... And uh you haven't been with ... her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A ki blast goes for Cass' head which Vincent blocks it. Knocking it away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Celera smirks" “Foolish idiot.  You’re too late! You might as well go back to that blonde human loser. Once I impress the king with my fighting abilities  He will be mine as will the throne! HAHAHAHHA!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I shake my head. Frag is she dumb. The law doesn't state that I have to force Vincent to do anything. Though yes a lot of marriages were arranged just as many were by choice. Yes I was a child when my planet was destroyed I also had the best tutors on the planet. I know saiyan law quite well. That and well If I want to I make the law. That and Vincent isn't next in line for the throne Trunks is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But whatever I decide if she wants a fight well she really won't get one because once she feels the tiniest portion of my power she'll back off.  I walk to the arena and Radditz announces “Behold the King!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At least he's finally found a way to make himself useful.  Though he unlike Celera has all the saiyan abilities.  I make a show of it flipping around my invulnerible cape. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/capevegeta.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then I power up, slowly. Until finally the energy I'm building up explodes. I don't even transform into a super saiyan I don't need to she is thrown across the arena, and starts whimpering, and crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Bah! You are not worthy of my son! I reject your petition!" And that should have been that. But she starts screaming at Cassandra.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " You will not have the thorne Human! I’ll... I'll kill your future offspring! That stupid assassin who will never be king!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Cassandra punches her. "I don't want... any throne  ... Stupid." She holds her hand because Celera still at least has super tough skin." You... should find... someone you like.. And leave Vincent... Alone." then she points at my son. "I'm still ...mad at you. But.. I hope ... You'll be happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Hey Cass? Wanna go to the dance?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I can't read her reaction at all. Stupid leather mask. “Yes... but we take... this slow. I don't want to be hurt... again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “The boy sighs.”Yes I understand I'll see you there." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Bah! Stupid kids. Don't know what they want. If they get what they want they should celebrate it Hmph! They'll both be better off when they are not swimming in hormones. I turn  when I hear Celera's shrieks grow louder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The  scene I view is rather amusing my twin Grandsons, Bra's kids, Son Bardock, And Son Vegeta Were attacking Celera pulling her down and slapping her around. I know they are the children of two Super Saiyans, but they are only a year old or maybe a little less. She should be able to shake them off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The two boys jumped up and down, and garbled something that sounded like " Winner!"  well what do you know they know only a few words and winner is one of them. Hah! They seems they take after me already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I gather the two up possibly saving Celera's life. While the other saiyans laugh and throw insults at her. I smile at the kids if they are walking it's time they learn to fight.  " Hey Boys. How would you like to play a game with grandfather later?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Kakarot runs up " Are you gonna start training them?  Cool! Can I train them too?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I don't know Clown? Can you?"  I laugh. “And of course I am going to start training them. They are already starting to show warrior's spirit." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Bulma and Chichi come up and both start trying to henpeck us to death about how we are not going to train toddlers. I won't type what they said since it is pretty irrelevant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Kakarot looks over. "We're gonna train'em behind Bulma and Chichi's backs aren't we? "  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes we are Kakarot. I'm a little disappointed in your son and my daughter in that they haven't already started training them.  But we shall rectify that error." &lt;br /&gt;Yes this turned out to be quite the great day after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-5117229245614316335?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/5117229245614316335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=5117229245614316335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/5117229245614316335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/5117229245614316335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-cant-believe-i-have-to-do-this.html' title='I can&apos;t believe I have to do this'/><author><name>Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17334508569224136882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/1780/1600/vegeta93.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-2865040319393612985</id><published>2007-12-13T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T02:00:32.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vella: Um What?</title><content type='html'>Wow. After the whole Spoiler kidnapped thingy and I got some rest from the whole Teleporting, and making a whole bunch of fake people thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hal picked me up after I got up, and trained me, He finally said. “Your ready kid. Time to meet the Corps."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I've never seen so many Aliens in one place. It was like this cool meeting room filled with a bunch of different aliens. The one that was actually mean to me Was a human Guy Gardner. Seems my dad beat him up once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He's beaten up a lot of people. I guess I'm going to get that a lot. But anyway guess what I get when I get there? This big alien thing said i needed more training, AAAH! This is all I get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Training from Dad! training from Hal ! Training from Question, Training from Cassandra! BAH!   I want to do something fun but nooo! The Kilowog guy said I need combat training I started laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    " Whattya laughin' at Princess?"  He asks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " How did you know I was a princess?" Wow is he psychic? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He rolls his eyes and throws a punch that I block, and knock him through a wall. "Opps! Are you alright?"  I look at him rubbing his cheek &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I thought you were ahuman Poozer?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Well half." I blush. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“The other half?"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Saiyan." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " HA! All you people do is fight and train. Now I get why ya laughed.Welcome aboard Poozer."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah I'd like to do something else besides fight and train." I mumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After going through a bunch of drills and stuff they say I'll be a backup lantern as needed since my sector is gone. Well I guess that'll be okay, at least I get to see the Universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I fly home and find myself in Bizarro World. Daddy was grumbling About Vincent dating Celera? That mean witch? She smells like cheese and feet. Footcheese! I think'll that'll be her new nickname.  But... When I left he was dating Batgirl. How long have I been gone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Bah! Lekko was some kind of saiyan throwback." Daddy growled. “He had grey hair. He was aging! We saiyans don't age after about or thirties! Also she fights like one being besieged bees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “I know about the aging thing dear." Mommy states. “It’s annoying. And Vincent can be with who he wants." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes." Dad sighs.  “It’s his taste has went down hill in the last few days. And that arrogant little bitch is running around saying they'll be mates soon." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He sees me and smiles a bit. “Welcome home daughter."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; This isn't right. I use my ring and find Celera." What’s this about you and brother?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Didn’t you hear oh yes you were out shaming the Royal Family by playing Green Lantern."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Yeah keep talking I'll beat you senseless ." I threaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh right the sugar obsessed princess, that goes around laughing and making a fool of herself." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  That did it.  I open palm strike her nose breaking it. “Just because I'm not all violent like Daddy and some of my siblings doesn't mean you can mess with me. I'm still your superior? I'm still stronger than you. Or did you forget I'm a super saiyan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   She coughs up blood. " Well you actually have bite huh? Look it's a natural thing The Prince is a saiyan. I'm a saiyan, he shouldn't be with that lowly Bat-thing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I Get madder. “She’s my friend! And her name is Cassandra not Bat-Thing! If I ever hear you say anything like that again I'll break one of your bones!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Foolish girl. You have reverence for trash." Celera spits.  “You should be with a male saiyan, and not a big mean lollipop guy."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I snort. “If any of the other saiyans bathed I might consider it. Jason smells like Old Spice and is cutely shy.  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I fly away to get Cass' side of the story. I get to the house and she's not talkative I mean less than usual. “Are... you quitting... too?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “No I like you guys ,though I wish Anthony and Inertia wouldn't stare at me so much." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Okay... good, one replacement."  And she just walks off.  Not saying anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Steph comes up to me. “She’s been like that since you left. Hey let's see Vince, and try to get him back here. If they are working together again, maybe we can get them talking again?" &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Inertia yells “I want in on this . It'd be nice to have another guy on the team again. I'm drownin' in estrogen here." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anthony stares. " Uhh hello?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Hey Iron Girl." He laughs then points at us.   "I'll meet ya there." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " When we get back home Inertia is looking through all Vincent's video games going" WOWYOUGOTALLTHESEMANITMUSTBENICEHAVINRICHPARENTSCANIPLAYTHIS?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “Sure. Knock yourself out Thaddeus. So is this a social visit? Oh hey Stephanie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Well it kind of is a social visit Vince and a business one." Steph smiles. “Come back to the team we can work out whatever else is going on." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My brother shakes his head.  “I don't want to watch Cass and Azreal making out." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “But they are not together!" Spoiler protests. “It’s you who's running around. with the skank."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Hey! Cool it! Look it'd be best for her to find a human to be with like I found a saiyan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I slap Vincent in the back of the head. “The only difference between saiyans and humans is the powers. And well saiyans come from another planet. Do you love Celera?"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He looks down." Love is not a part of saiyan pairings." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I hit him again. “Um who told you that? Dad loves Mom. And Bardock's ghost has said he loved his mate. Celera is just trying to use you to get into the royal family.  Not that she can ever be your mate anyway." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He yells. “How did you know about my inability you perform With Celera!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Inertia burst out laughing. “Aren’t ya a little young for that Impotence Lad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Shut up Thad! Look I'll fight villains on my own okay?  You guys do what you want."  He sneers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “I didn't mean that Vincent I didn't even know about that but since she smells like feet cheese I doubt you could ... do that no I mean she can't fight, and did you forget about the saiyan tradition? The potential mate battles the Father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  His eyes go wide. “That means..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yup Daddy is gonna tear her apart. And that is where her little plan fails. And you, You shame all of us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Hey Sis What the Hell are you going on about?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “You didn't fight for your girl, you just gave her up. Saiyans always fight for what they want. So do humans. For that matter, well some of them. And you threw in the towel without throwing a punch at Azreal.  You aren't worthy of a warrior like Cass.  Come on guys he doesn't deserve being on our team." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Steph stares at me.  “Not what were wanting to do Vella." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Bah! It's the truth Steph. Now if he gets off his rear and tries to get Cass back well then he'll regain his standing but until then he's seen as the worse thing you can be as a saiyan a coward. Hey let's get some milkshakes!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She stares at me a second. Then shrugs. " Okay. Take me home so we can get Gwen." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yay! Milkshakes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250374-2865040319393612985?l=vegetaistheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/feeds/2865040319393612985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250374&amp;postID=2865040319393612985&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/2865040319393612985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250374/posts/default/2865040319393612985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2007/12/vella-um-what.html' title='Vella: Um What?'/><author><name>Vella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11805328909199769672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dHTebcZe8rY/R5MM30t8M_I/AAAAAAAAACc/gTGZmHI8XXg/S220/Vella+Lantern.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250374.post-3737505072367936256</id><published>2007-12-07T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T21:01:26.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulma : Vegeta is being very quiet</title><content type='html'>And it's getting a little freaky. All he'll do is stare. " Okay." I yell frustrated. " What is it? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That Universe You had me explore woman you knew what type of place it was." He growls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Now I get it, he had a day off and I sent him to a Universe to see what it was like. I'm doing this so I can maybe make a map, and See what kind of realities are threats to ours. I smile. " How was I to know that was a perverted Universe?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PICCOLO TOUCHED ME!" He screams in outrage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" And I'm psychic and am supposed to know that was going to happen? it wasn't all that bad. That Orihime girl flashed you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Bah!" He shouts why did all of our kids have to inherit that from him? " I didn't like teenage girls even when I was a teenager, and also Piccolo touched me! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I giggle. " That was kind of funny when Pervert Universe Goku chased you around!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He growls " THAT WAS NOT FUNNY IT WAS TRAUMATISING!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep laughing, and finally makes that "Tch!" noise says something in saiyanese and storms off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really I didn't send him there on purpose but next time he for
