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[His clothing had finally arrived, and Vegeta's streaking through the sky, a blue trail of energy in his wake. He finally reaches the shop in a huff, catching himself with a left foot and balancing with a right as he lands.]

[Inside, he's berating the poor person running the shop-]

You-! Are my belongings finally in stock in this pathetic little dump you call a store!?

[He soon after stomps out, clothing in hand, reaching the middle of the square. But he doesn't take off right away, still brooding over his arrival in Luceti.]

[In fact, throws his clothes down onto the ground in a rage and takes out the journal he'd woken up with a few days prior.]

[During his short voice entry, he searches his back and finds his wing, still yelling into the device, yanking on it with teeth gritted. He falls to his knees, face completely blue as the shining ocean itself and is desperately trying to hold back vomiting as a few feathers or so float down beside him.]

[He'll be there for a short while before he regains the strength to stand up and walk again, back to his apartment.]

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Listen, I don't know exactly why I've found myself here, but I am tired of this ridiculous game. I demand I be returned back to West City before I decide that I'm going to get some therapy from blasting someone. And these ludicrous wings-! They can't be removed, huh? Well we'll see about that!

[A groan and the ruffle of feathers- followed by a cry out as he's reaching back and yanking on the wing on his left side. Over the audio there's a thud and the sound of a throat holding back what one could probably assume was his lunch.]

Argh! You can't...be serious...!

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[This small muscled man has a serious anger problem.]

Calm down, it is a mere question, nothing more, you see?

[He points at him...]

By Odin's sores, you are a bad liar.

[...and offers him a most dubious sandwich afterwards.]

But are tomatoes a vegetable?

[He lets the energy fade, holding his arms tighter against his chest, turning a head to the side while still keeping one eye on the nuisance before him.]

[And being called out? He doesn't say anything to it because it was true, so instead the Prince continues his ongoing glare; that royal nose going up in the air.]

[But the question remains and the sandwich extended. Internally there was a battle between swatting the sandwich out of his hand in frustration, but on the other hand, a Saiyan's stomach is one of the largest and most dangerous black holes in the universe, if you were an edible item.]

No, it's a fruit. [And said food item is swiped from Loki, meeting the end of its short sad life in two chomps as it ran down the gullet of the Saiyan Prince.]

Any other irritating questions for me?

By Odin's beard, I have never seen someone consume sustenance with such remarkable speed.

[Really, Vegeta, you should not have asked that. Especially since Loki is already grinning again because you have answered his first question so very truthfully.]

Absolutely, Vegetable.

[Loki points at the couch.]

Please sit down and let me get some tea for you.

[And so he turns around and pours tea for the small muscled man named after food inside a large mug and finally hands him said mug, a friendly smile on his face. After that he sticks out his hand, expecting Vegeta to shake it.]

Allow me to properly introduce myself since it is most uncouth to not do so when inviting a stranger into one's place. My name is Loki Laufeyson from the house of Odin.

[Vegeta, however, does not sit- he'd prefer to stand, as is. He does take the mug, sipping from it, without a single thank you. The hand extended out in front of him is ignored though, a lazy eye glancing down at it with disinterest.

If he'd been in a "good" mood for what would be considered good for the irritable Prince, he might of taken it. But as it stands, Loki has annoyed Vegeta to no end, thus leaving the god with an empty palm hanging in midair, while he continued to sip on the tea.]

Quit calling me Vegetable! I am Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans. And you've already told me your name, God of Mischief. [He peers at Loki from over the rim of the mug.]

And what kind of moron do you take me for? You, a god? I could squash you underneath my thumb! [He doesn't have very good manners when it comes to this kind of thing, nor does he believe in gods.]

Prince of all Saiyans? All? How many Saiyans are currently here in the land of Luceti, Prince Vegetable of Planet Saiyan?

[Loki withdraws his hand and goes to sit on the couch with his own tea, carefully dipping a sandwich in said tea.]

According to Midgardian mythology the god Loki belongs to the pantheon of Norse gods, you see? And I do not believe that. Even though you have an impressive build, you are also rather short, Prince Vegetable of Planet Saiyan, therefore your thumb is too small to be used for crushing me.

Will you cut that nonsense out! It's Vegeta, Prince Vegeta, do you hear me?! Clean out your ears! From Planet Vegeta, you little punk! [And he's also going to avoid even thinking about Kakarot, let alone telling Loki that there was another Saiyan in Luceti.]

[And then, he called him short. Short.]

Speak for yourself, squirt! [Yes, the steam is -almost- visible. He's barely managed to keep from spilling his tea all over himself from all the shaking he's doing.]

And I couldn't care less about who's mythology says what. [He still has no idea what Midgard is.] They can keep all their silly beliefs to themselves- I'll have nothing to do with it.

[He pauses for a minute, an angry tap tap tap on the floor with his boot.] You'd be surprised what I can do with my pinky alone.

You are named after your planet? Or is your planet named after you, Prince Vegeta the Saiyan of Planet Vegeta.

And yes, I hear you. I think everyone can hear you. And I mean absolutely everyone.

[Loki listens to him and pulls a face, a hand rubbing his ear.]

But I am a mere teen, you cannot expect me to be as tall as an adult, you see? You, on the other hand, you are a fullgrown man. [A chuckle] A sayman, yes?

[After the last statement Loki looks at Vegeta for a very long time.]

Prove it to me.

[He smiles the brightest and most sincere smile he can muster. Loki has noticed he's rather good at feigning smiles.]

[He's had it up to here with this kid, god or not, and Loki just gave him a perfect opportunity to get a little frustration out.]

[So he looks for anything metal. Preferably dense, too. But the best he can find is the bed frame. He walks over to it, putting the tea down; and places his pinky on top of the frame at the head of the bed- and bends it, creaking and snapping under the pressure, until it finally gives way and curls with the finger. But he doesn't stop there; Vegeta makes sure there's lots of pinky-induced damages to the top of the frame of the bed so Loki could remember.]

At this rate you're not going to have much left of a living space. [He spins around and rests his arms back across his chest. Not the most impressive thing he can do with his pinky but that's as good as it gets without being in actual combat. And he feels a little better having broken part of Loki's bed.]

Now, enough of these questions. I think you've got a little explaining to do yourself. [He picks the tea back up, impatiently sipping more of it.] If you're a god, then what exactly is it that you can do? So far all you've managed to prove to me is that you could possibly be the most irritating creature known to the universe.

[Loki keeps his eyes onto Vegeta while he walks through the room and finally disappears into his bedroom.

And when the other does so Loki gets up and follows him, watching when Vegeta starts bending the steel of his bed with, indeed, his pinkie.
Most impressive and you deserve an applause, Vegeta. So that is what you are getting.

An applause.]

Bravo, Prince Vegeta the Saiyan! My compliments for having such a powerful pinkie! Are you able to crush my nightstand with only your big toe?

[He claps enthusiastically, smiling from ear to ear. It was a bit of a guilty pleasure to get kicks out of incredibly stupid others. All muscles and strength, no brains.]

I am not very fond of questions, Prince Vegeta the Saiyan. Yet, I do think an answer is in order. Listen as I will reveil all my super powers.

[And those were...none. But a god of lies would not be a god of lies if he could not tell an amazing lie.]

I am an expert sorcerer. Very powerful. No wands needed.

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Are you now? [He sits himself on the bed next to him, debating on actually crushing Loki's nightstand as well, but decides against it.]

I've already faced a powerful sorcerer, and needless to say he was killed. [His level of impressed is pretty low.] I find it funny that all these powerful magic beings tend to be on the short side. [Because Babidi was pretty small- smaller than you, Loki!]

[So a leg comes up and crosses his other leg, arm propping itself on his knee and letting his chin fall into his hand.] So do I get a preview of your little magic show or should I just be on my way? [And he's calling Loki's bluff- no reason to believe yet that Loki has any powers at all.]

Oh but I am most convinced about your power, Vegeta the Saiyan. Hence you prattle about it almost non-stop, you see?

[Loki leans against the wall, still busy with consuming his sandwich.]

I am a mere teen, one cannot expect me to be the size of an adult. But I believe I have told you this already.

[He nods at Vegeta's request.]

But first I shall refill your tea and in the meanwhile you can tell me exciting stories about your home planet.

[Vegeta looks offended by Loki's prattle statement, turning his mouth up while emitting a low growl and clenching a fist. He'd very much like to throw his mug at the boy and prattle on about it that way instead.]

[He'll give Loki his mug, but he doesn't say anything about his planet. Because that's going to be a sore spot until the day he dies, a huge part of the reason why he had such a bitter personality. He doesn't answer Loki, but instead looks off to the side in a stubborn anger.]

[Loki does exactly what he has promised to do. Refilling Vegeta's tea. Oh, he notices that he looks offended, but he has an idea that everything offends this person. Not even words that are not meant to offend would be taken as an offense. How offensive.

Still, except for his door and bed, Vegeta has not even laid one finger on himself. Probably something with barks and bites and the one being worse than the other.]

I take it your memories of your home planet aren't fond ones?

[No, no they aren't Loki. Not at all. He's sitting silent still, angrily thinking about it, fighting the urge to break something else or just blast Loki to help him deal with his frustration. The only thing that remotely helped was knowing that Frieza was dead, defeated first by Kakarot and then finished by his own son, avenging their race- and he breaks the silence finally, looking up with a still angry but grave look.]

My planet was destroyed. My race exterminated. Only a handful of us remain.

[His head turns back to the side, not wanting to look at the boy, still thinking back on the matter. He'd grown strong enough to protect the home he had now, sure, but that didn't mean this still didn't eat away at him whenever he thought about it.]

[Loki watches Vegeta closely. There is a certain change in his demeanor now and well, now the entire 'getting acquainted'-part could begin, right? Right.

Loki sits down on the remains of his bed, shifting a bit until he's fully comfortable.]

I see. You have my neverending pity, Vegeta. Quite a painful predicament indeed, yes. I hope you reproduced? Creating offspring is a sufficient way to save your race and your legacy.

[The mischievous look disappears from Loki's face for a moment.]

Is this the source of your rather obvious anger?

You can keep your pity to yourself! [That glare shoots at Loki as he seats himself next to the irritated Prince. It was also his way of answering Loki's last question as well. Not the sole reason, but one of the largest.]

[Though Vegeta's attention is now pointed forward instead of to the side in the direction of the young god, willing to at least answer the inquiry of children. In his old age, he'd come to be quite proud of them. He can at least be somewhat happy about that thought, a small arrogant smile sliding across his features.]

Yes. A son and a daughter in fact. Though all she wants to do is shop. [He gives an eyeroll at that.] She's just like her mother.

But it is, isn't it? After all, you are royalty, yes? Stripped of everything you used to have. Your planet, your race, your loved ones. All gone. Of course you are angry and of course you have destroyed my bed in a most casual way.

[Loki smiles broadly. Because, yes, he sees this, he understands this.]

Yet, you have chosen not to give in to your anger and found new reasons to live for. And even though you still display a significant amount of anger, it is not on the inside anymore.

That is important.

And maidens are fond of purchasing unnecesary items. This is most common.

[He glances over at the places where he'd bent and broken the head of the bed. He can't really argue- Loki's pretty much pointed it out and let's be honest, Vegeta doesn't exactly try to hide his anger. He responds to that with an angry growl, in a tone such to convey that Loki was indeed correct and that he supposes Loki has a point about how he handles his life and his anger not being held on the inside as much anymore.]

[Which results in a sigh to his next statement. How he knew this concept all too well.]

Tell me about it. Especially with their strange fascination with shoes. [He shakes his head at the memory of having to shop with his daughter.] It's baffling to me how they have such an obsession with them. [Whatever made them happy, he guessed...better than the yelling, for sure.]

[He looks over to Loki in exasperation.] Sometimes I think they're not even worth the time. [He doesn't actually believe that, but...grumpy.]

[Loki keeps smiling. He had been right. He likes being right.]

Aye. Shoes, clothing and tiny canines inside a bag of Gucci. They are not bigger than a mere rodent and they dress them up a lot. But then again, maidens are most concerned with their exterior.

I think it has something to do with desiring attention from the males on Midgard. Hoping that they will be wooed by a man so they can start their rut. And kissing with tongues.

[Nah, Loki's not buying that, Vegeta.]

Oh, I am sure that is a lie.

Yes, and it's annoying. If there weren't as many bathrooms in the house as there are, I'd never see the inside of it. [Bulma was always fretting over her looks and Bulla was always concerned with the latest fashion, the worst of it being when he had to take her to the mall. He chuckles quietly, yeah, he's lying for sure.] Perhaps it is.

[But he's not sure whether to be appalled or amused by the way Loki describes women as wanting to 'start their rut', one because it was such a primal way of putting it, and two; the boy was so young, why on earth is he thinking about it that way?]

Did you just call it "starting their rut"? [Shocked. He's going to go with shocked on this one. He was going to ask about what Midgard was but he's too bewildered by that first.]

I must say that your daughter as well as your significant other sound like quite the cliche image of Midgardian maidens. They like purchasing shoes and clothes and spend a significant amount of their time in the bathroom.

Are they, perhaps, cheer leaders?

[Loki blinks at Vegeta's last response and nods.]

Aye.

Cheerleaders? [He pulls a face at that.] No, my wife is a scientist! [And he gets all grumpy again.] And all my daughter can do all day is think about stupid teenage boys. How I'd like to give them a piece of my mind.

And what are you doing thinking about things like that, you're only a boy! Didn't your parents teach you anything?

A scientist? My word, she breaks with all stereotypes. Your daughter, on the other hand, does not.

[He finds it fascinating, honestly very fascinating. Prince Vegeta the Saiyan, you live a remarkably interesting life.]

Ah. You refer to the act of intercourse? It is all over the world of online and I should fulfill my role as a rebellious teen by desiring such a thing at all time. And woo maidens. And similar teenage behavior.

My parents? Well, the All-Father is a rather busy man. I do not think he has the time for informing me about the birds and the bees, you see? Second of all, he exiled himself to Asgard space. Kind of hard to reach.

[Oh god someone gave this kid a computer, why.] Must you do everything you read on the internet? This is exactly why I would never let my daughter near one of you. [Very flat-toned. Very. Accompanied by an eyeroll.] Dating is for the weak. [Sigh.] Teenagers.

[But that raises a few questions.] So your father is a god as well, huh? What exactly is he a god of, then? And why is he so busy that he has no time to spend with you? [Even Vegeta took Trunks to the park on occasion. And he's always with Bulla.]

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[action] lolol, are they bonding?

[action] /stares I THINK....MAYBE. 1/2

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