Vegeta mentally kicked himself again.  He thought of physically kicking himself.  He thought of breaking free of Bulma’s grasp and flying home.  He thought about how she could yell his brains out.  He thought about just giving up.  He thought about the fact that he was starving.

    The prince of the Saiya-jins sat next to Bulma, looking down at the floor.  She suddenly stopped, and he looked up for the first time since they left home.

“Okay, Vegeta, you complained about being hungry, yet you ate all of the food in the house yourself,” Bulma growled.  “You begged me to go buy more.  Not this time.  I order you to get it yourself.  Here is a fifty.  I will meet you back here in thirty minutes.”

    Vegeta prepared to exit the car, when Bulma again opened her mouth.  Vegeta mumbled a curse.

“If you cause any more than twenty dollars damage, threaten a single soul, or kill anyone, I will do unimaginably painful things to you,” Bulma growled.

    Vegeta would have put up a fight under normal circumstances.  This time if he fought back, Bulma would have added to the headache that she caused earlier.  That, and Vegeta had lived with Bulma long enough to understand that she could do very painful things to him.

“Yeah, sure,” Vegeta muttered.  He climbed out of the car and walked up to the big automatic sliding glass doors.  Bulma drove off.

    Vegeta had followed Bulma into the grocery store once before, so he knew what to do.  He marched over to the carts and angrily pulled one out.  He moved on to the first isle.  He carefully maneuvered the cart around the corner, and proceeded down the hall of food.

    Now Vegeta had learned a lot on Earth.  But he had not learned a lot of the Earthen written language.  He squinted at the big sign that hung between the two mountainous shelves of edibles.

“Ve-ge-ta-buls,” Vegeta said.  “Aw, vegetables!  I think I will get…HOLY CRAP!” Vegeta shrieked.  His ideas of what to purchase vanished as his eyes glued themselves to the big sign.  A chill ran down his spine.  “My Kami, what kind of screwed up human operation is this?” Vegeta whispered.

    He glanced over at the carrots.  His eyes took in the words about them, and his brain made sense of them.

“Oh my Kami!  What kind of sick human kills Kakkorratt and sells his remains as food?  That is my job!” Vegeta shrieked.  His eyes darted up to the big sign again.  “Are they claiming that this is my fault?  That I push cannibalism?  Or am I next?”

“Do you need help, sir?” a young lad asked.

    Vegeta’s powers decided to wake up.  First, the golden hair-dying power, accompanied by the green contact lense power, swept over him, turning him into a Super Saiya-jin. 

    Vegeta’s stomach took a swing at his brain.  The latter narrowly dodged.  The helpful man didn’t dodge the physical punch, though.

“My god,” he whispered as he passed Brolli, Paragas, Nappa, and Radditz.  ”My brothers.”

    The sprinklers kicked on with a sharp hiss.  Vegeta jumped.

“Big Bang Attack!”

    A mighty explosion destroyed the sprinkler system.  Exposed pipes spat water into the air.

“I shall rescue you from the clutches of this mad empire!” Vegeta vowed.  “Come!  We shall escape and start a new Planet Vegeta!”

    Vegeta yanked his cart over to the shelves and dropped the vegetables in by the armloads.  The cart sagged as Vegeta tossed the last head of lettuce in.

    The Saiya-jin and his plant counterparts raced to the end of the aisle and made a sharp turn into the next one.  The wheels screeched from the heavy load.

“Darey Eyel.”

    Vegeta’s eyes stared into a mad world.

“Captain Ginyu!  Burter!”

    Vegeta picked up a carton of milk from the refrigerated shelf.

“Ah!  The coldness!  I remember!  The pain!  You shall pay for what you did to me when I was a young defenseless…Final Flash!”

    The other shoppers dove for cover as the wall exploded.  Milk flew everywhere, covering the frightened innocents.  Now two columns of smoke rolled up to the ceiling.

    Vegeta slipped on a stick of butter that had fallen to the ground.  He smacked his head against his cart, tipping it over and dumping the vegetables all over the floor.

“My people!”

    Vegeta glared down at the butter.

“You dare cross the mighty Vegeta, Prince of the Saiya-jins, Burter?”

    Vegeta launched a barrage of energy blasts at the floor.  The tiles filled the air like shrapnel, tearing the displays to shredded nothingness.

“My people!”

    Vegeta fell to the ground and frantically tried to gather his vegetables back up.

“Sir!  What have you done!  You have ruined my dairy aisle!” a very unhappy manager screamed.

“You monster!  Are you a being of pure evil?”

“I am about to be!” the manager warned.  “I called the cops, psycho!”

“No!  Bulma will kill me!” Vegeta shrieked.  He dumped the vegetables in his cart and took off.

“Hey!  Come back here!” the manager shouted.

    He looked around and found a block of cheese.  He threw it at Vegeta’s head.  Vegeta turned around, glaring death at the manager.  Then he saw the cheese.

“Jeice!  The Ginyu Force cannot stop me!  Big Bang Attack!”

    Vegeta escaped through the smoke, only smacking a few people through the roof.  He slipped while turning out of the dairy aisle and slid head first into a display of fruit.

“Dodoria!  Zarbon!” Vegeta thundered as he wiped the glop from his face.  “Big Bang Attack!”

    He was almost home free.  The checkout lanes were the only things between him and the doors.

“Vegeta!” Bulma shrieked.

    Vegeta slowly looked behind him.

    Bulma stood tall, infuriated by what she saw.  Above her head she held a freezer full of frozen foods.

“My god.  Freiza and Bulma…whimper…”