“I want a pet!” Vegita blurted out.

“No pets!” Bulma shouted.

“Why?” Trunks asked.

“Fine, you guys can have a pet, but it can’t stay here!” Bulma shouted.  She figured Trunks should at least be given the chance his father was.

“Cool,” Vegita and Trunks said in unison.  They gave each other a look, and bolted from the dinner table.

    The two were flying over the forest.  Trunks heard a noise, and dove down to identify its source.  Vegita followed.

“Look, it is a narwhal!” Vegita exclaimed, landing.

“Um…it is a bird,” Trunks said.

“I want a narwhal!” Vegita shouted.

“Um…how about we each get a pet?” Trunks asked.  “I will get mine, and you go get yours!”  Trunks prayed this would get his demented father away from him.

“Okay, bye!” Vegita said.  He launched into the sky.

    The sun was setting, and Vegita was yet to run into any animals.  He was getting agitated.  Finally, in the middle of the road, he saw a figure.

“A narwhal!” he shouted.  The noise frightened the turtle, which hid in its shell.  Vegita never did figure out where the “narwhal” went.

    It was late.  Vegita was flying over the prehistoric lands.

“A narwhal!” he shouted.  He dove onto the dinosaur’s back.

“Are you nuts, Vegita?” Piccolo asked from his nearby meditation location.

“Oh, this isn’t a narwhal!” Vegita exclaimed.  He let go of the dinosaur, and tackled Piccolo.  “You are a narwhal!”

“I am a Namek,” Piccolo said with restraint.  He wanted to impale the Saiya-jin.  “And you are a jack…”  Vegita was gone.

    Vegita was over the plains.  He was slowly flying, for he was exhausted.

“A narwhal!” he shouted.  He landed on the bison’s back, and yelled, “Hi, Mr. Narwhal!”

    The bison went crazy.  Vegita became a rodeo rider in a second.

“Fine, Mr. MEAN Bison!” Vegita shouted.  He blurred away.

“Why is pet shopping so hard?” Vegita asked himself.  He was flying over an ocean.  Suddenly, far below, a huge, spiral horn broke the water.

“Yes!” Vegita shouted.  He dove down to capture his prize.  “Yes!  A narwhal!”  He grabbed the animal, and looked it over.  The look of joy in his eyes turned to sadness.

“What is wrong?” the narwhal asked.

“I didn’t mean narwhal!  I meant unicorn!”  Vegita burst into tears, upset over wasting so much time looking for the wrong thing.

“For a Saiya-jin, you are very messed up,” the narwhal said.

    The next morning, Vegita returned home.  Trunks was outside washing his monkey.

“What the heck is that?” Trunks asked Vegita.

“My pet.  His name fluffy.  He is a Namek,” Vegita replied.

“Idiot,” Piccolo mumbled.