[Vegeta's head whips around at the sound of a young voice- which is met with a glare and bared teeth.]
Quiet you little runt! I won't be made a fool of!
[Which, if not just to make a point, he reaches back yet again and grabs a hold of the other wing, wrestling with it until he manages to rip yet a few more feathers off.]
[And that turns out to be a very bad idea.]
[Because the Prince does a great job of making a fool of himself, sitting there in complete nausea, looking like something had just punched him in the stomach so hard that he almost stops breathing for a moment.]
[Action]
Quiet you little runt! I won't be made a fool of!
[Which, if not just to make a point, he reaches back yet again and grabs a hold of the other wing, wrestling with it until he manages to rip yet a few more feathers off.]
[And that turns out to be a very bad idea.]
[Because the Prince does a great job of making a fool of himself, sitting there in complete nausea, looking like something had just punched him in the stomach so hard that he almost stops breathing for a moment.]