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[In the last few months after arriving in Luceti, Vegeta (somehow) has managed to meet a variety of the inhabitants, somehow miraculously making "friends" and creating enemies alike, but he's noticed one common theme among almost every person he's come across.

This absolutely strange obsession everyone seems to have with his hair.

Which today, has prompted the Saiyan Prince to angrily express himself on the matter.]

Listen. I know most of you may not know me, but if we cross paths- yes, this is my actual hair. [He turns his head so the video can clearly catch all of his anti-gravity mop.] It's not held up by any artificial means, it's not a wig. I don't use this "industrial style hair gel" some speak of, I don't blow dry it to perfection, and I certainly have no intention of letting any of you try to brush it, comb it, touch it, or otherwise come near my hair to satisfy your curiosity.

A Saiyan's hair does not change from the moment they are born. I've always had this hair, though I have cut it to this length to match earthling hair, as it was much longer in the past. [His daughter made him cut it. It was nerdy.]

So I don't want to hear anything more about it, from anyone, or I'll be more than happy to blast you.

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[He's going to either be at home in Community House 3, at Seventh Heaven getting a meal, or training at the Battle Dome, if you'd prefer to run into him instead.]

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Didn't I tell you to cool it about my hair?! Does nothing go into that empty skull of yours and stay there? I am not going to discuss Saiyan reproduction with you, so you can forget about it!

No, you've said stuff, I happen to ignore it because every answer you've given makes no sense.

Seriously, what baby is born with a helmet of hair?

Listen, this is the last time I will tell you this, and if you bring it up again you're going to learn to appreciate all that air you're breathing right now.

It is simply as I've stated before- Saiyan newborns are born with the hair they live with their entire lives. Just because human infants do not share the same traits does not mean it doesn't make sense, nor impossible. That's just how it is, and it's not my problem if you honestly cannot get that through your thick skull!

Well clearly it's not, you're here. I guess your hair must 'harden' after birth. That, or Saiyan women have some very dramatic plumbing, but from the physiological look you, I would think they'd have similar systems as us normal humans. Even Vulcans do, things are just in some different places and their blood has a higher copper content.

They do, we're able to create offspring with humans. My children being an example. [You are seriously getting him to talk about this, aren't you Kirk.] There are a few differences of course, both physically and mentally. You see, Saiyans aren't exactly a docile race, if you didn't already figure that one out.

No, I thought you were the shining star of the degenerate version of your race.

_{[Sarcasm, so hard right now.]}

Shut up. [He's rolling his eyes, until he sets himself back into his hard glare.] We are a warrior race, Kirk, ruthless and cold, sparing no one. There was a time where I'd of killed you just for looking at me the wrong way, but thankfully for you and the rest of this enclosure I was plucked from a later point in my life.

Oh, so scary!

You can stop the intimidation act. If I let every guy with buffed up muscles intimidate me, I probably wouldn't have gone to prison as many times as I did.

_{[Not ever for long, mind, but, you know, he had a rap sheet close to a mile long - mostly for fights.]}

[Eyes close and he lets out a heavy sigh; he'll chalk this one up to ignorance, but one day Kirk would see why Vegeta made the claims that he did. He's just never actually shown Kirk what he's capable of.]

Why am I not surprised to hear you went to prison more than once. It couldn't be because of that cocky attitude of yours, no.

You drive one car into a canyon and suddenly your suspect number one from there on.

Really? [There's a hint of amusement in his voice.] Do tell how you managed that one, I'd be interested to hear.

I stole my uncle's car, started speeding, headed for the canyon, and bailed before the car went over while being chased by a robo-cop. I was... eleven or twelve, something like that.

Quite the rebel we have here. [He gets a good laugh out of that.] I can see why they were keeping such close tabs on you. So after they banned you from a driver's license you decided to take it out on the idiots in the bars?

[You get the slow clap Kirk, because he's so not impressed.]

No, I took it out on the bullies in school first, and then once I got a fake I.D. I started taking it out on the jerks in the bar.

_{[Get your timeline straight man.]}

Sorry, by that logic I just assumed you never attended school. [You ran a car into a canyon, you couldn't of been that bright, at least he thinks so.]

And they let you be a Captain. How bizarre indeed.

You know, if you bothered to ask, you'd know I'm actually fairly smart. I'm a whiz with tech, and I hacked Spock's Kobayashi Maru program.

_{[He is and will forever be proud of that. And he is actually very smart, he just applies it differently than most people.]}

And I'm a Captain because - well, I do what needs to be done. And helping save Earth was extra credit.

Alright then, I'll bite. What exactly do you do with all your infinite tech knowledge besides tamper with a game?

Well, you know, jail break things, make them cooler.

I don't like rules, if you can't tell. Spock, Scotty, and Chekov are better with numbers, but I'm better with hard wires and... thinking outside the box.

Trust me I've noticed that much about you. It's pretty obvious at this point. And if you're so good at that then why didn't you become some sort of scientist, or inventor of some sort?

You don't seem the type to fit into the military, which is what I assume Star Fleet is. In fact I'm surprised your superiors didn't kick you out the day you arrived.

Hehe, do you know, some nosy Captain is the one who tricked me into getting on that shuttle to Star Fleet Academy. And I'm not one to quite, so, once I was there...

_{[He shrugged. But really, it was more than that. It was living up to the promise and memory of his dead father, of becoming more than he was when Pike had found him.]}

They actually went looking for you? Hah! What set you apart so much from so many others? Not your driving skills, I hope!

Well, one did anyways. I scored pretty high on some tests, so I guess I pinged his radar.

... And he knew my dad.

Sounds like you've got him to thank for this. But I understand, boasting about one's children. It's only natural. [He's pretty proud of his kids.]

_{[His mouth quirked sharply, a tight tug that was a pained thing.]}

He knew my dad before he died... right as I was born. I think it was back in Academy days... and then reading some accounts of what happened. He did a dissertation on it, my dad's last and only moments as Captain.

[He sits silent for a moment.]

Tell me, how did your father die?

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