“Vegita!” Bulma called.

“What?” Vegita shouted.

“Come into the living room!” Bulma called.

    Having enough smarts to know that obeying was crucial to survival, he marched into the living room.  He had on his armor, which had ketchup on it.

“You really have to learn to eat without splattering food,” Bulma said.

“What do you want?” Vegita growled.

“I have realized that your only useful skill is fighting.  In real life, you need to be able to do more than kill people,” Bulma explained.  Vegita had to struggle to keep from killing her.

“So?” Vegita asked, dreading what Bulma would soon say.

“I have decided that you are going to learn to play a musical instrument!” Bulma exclaimed.  “It will expand your horizons and open up gateways to new knowledge.  It may also make you civilized.”

“What in the HFIL gave you that idea?” Vegita shouted.

“Shut up and learn or I will hide your hair gel,” Bulma threatened.  Vegita swallowed hard.  He needed to get her out of the picture.

“This better not take long…” Vegita warned. 

“It won’t.  Now you sit down at the piano and your teacher will be in soon.”  Vegita did as told.  He figured it better to take it into his own hands when she wasn’t around.

“Hello, I am Ludwig Van Beethoven,” a nicely-dressed-for-a-long-time-ago man said, stepping into the room.  He sat down on the piano bench next to Vegita.

“I am Vegita, your worst nightmare,” the Saiya-jin Prince growled.

“Allow me to begin by warming up on this beautiful grand piano,” Beethoven said.  The man played a long number, and then turned to face Vegita.  He played a quick, simple set of notes, and then motioned for Vegita to try.

    Vegita attempted it.  While Beethoven had done it in mere seconds, and it had sounded lovely, Vegita took several minutes to produce a piece of insanity-inducing sound.

“You are such an idiot!  That was so easy!” Beethoven shouted.  He played it again.  He turned back to Vegita and his face became pale.

“No one calls me an idiot, and no one makes me play piano,” Super Saiya-jin level two Vegita said.  Beethoven still stared at the glowing palm facing him.  “Big Bang Attack!”

“Vegita!” Bulma shouted, rushing in to the smoking room.  “It took me weeks to clone him!”

“Clone him?” Vegita inquired, powering down.

“Yes!  I had to find some DNA and clone him!” Bulma shouted.

    Vegita walked out of the room and into the bedroom.  Bulma followed.  He crawled under the bed and pulled out a box.  Removing the lid, Vegita pulled out a small bottle and handed it to Bulma.

“Clone him, his name is Einstein,” Vegita said.  “He might be able to make you somewhat intelligent.  In the evenings him and I can discuss how someone like you can have an IQ so low that it defies the laws of the universe!”

“What an idiot,” Vegita thought.  “Why did she think I would play piano?  Everyone knows that the only instrument that I will ever play is the piccolo!”