4th Taunt | Video/Action

[misterbrief]

[Video]

[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.

[Action]

[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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[fishy_go_byebye]

You have all the time...

[A puzzled look comes over her face, and she sticks the now-yellow hair on her finger into her mouth.]

Some of the time. Your time lasts a lifetime.

[misterbrief]

Indeed it does, and further beyond if you're one of the privileged few. But I'm not one who is a great fan of wasting time, which is exactly what you've done by not explaining yourself as to your curiosity about my hair.

And if you must know, yes, it does change color.

[fishy_go_byebye]

Good~

[Glad she's gotten an answer to her question - and glad enough to ignore his meaness meyond a raspberry blown towards the camera, she gives a little hum]

All the best hairs do.

[misterbrief]

[What a strange female. He's not sure what to say to that.]

Who are you anyway? I've never met such a baffling creature in my life!

[fishy_go_byebye]

'M Del. Hello little Saiyan~

[misterbrief]

Little? [Aw man how does she also know he's short? This is humiliating!] I am neither little in the young sense and I'd appreciate it if you'd leave out any unwanted comments about my stature. [He's so touchy about this kind of stuff.]

Or else I'll show you exactly how my hair changes color. [He growls, offended so easily.]

[fishy_go_byebye]

[She snickers a little unkindly.] Younger than some.

Oh? You will? You should! I could see and then you'll see mine and I can give you a thought that changes everything.

[misterbrief]

What could you possibly tell me that would change anything at all? Besides, I can already see that your hair is a variety of colors as is. [You are so confusing, Del.]

[fishy_go_byebye]

[A shrug, and her eyes glaze over enough that even with the video it seems like she's looking past him.]

You're far away.

[misterbrief]

It's a small village. I'm not that far. [He looks a bit irritated that she didn't answer his question.]

Since you're that interested I'll be outside Community House 3. But I'm warning you that the transformation to the legendary warrior of the Saiyan race isn't for the lighthearted.

[fishy_go_byebye]

Are you lighthearted?

[Clearly he must be trying to warn her of imminent danger, and she couldn't imagine it being to herself.]

[misterbrief]

No, of course not! I am a warrior! I've seen more blood spilled than you could possibly imagine. [Well, that's probably not true but he doesn't know that.]

[fishy_go_byebye]

Oh?

[She imagines an ocean of blood beyond a bone-white beach, a river of gore trailing towards it.]

You shouldn't swim in that.

[misterbrief]

Why in the galaxy would I do something like that?! [Gross, Del!]

[fishy_go_byebye]

[He's the one who said she couldn't imagine it!]

Cuz you made it?

omg perfect

[misterbrief]

That doesn't mean I'm going to take a refreshing dip in it! That's disgusting!

:D <3

[fishy_go_byebye]

...Then why did you make it?

[Del is confused. This seems like a straight line. It probably wouldn't to anyone else, but they just didn't listen right.]

\:D/

[misterbrief]

Because it was necessary! It was on the battlefield, it was kill or be killed! No rules! How is that hard to understand?!

[fishy_go_byebye]

[She shrugs, her negligence clear through the camera.]

Oh.

[That's not very interesting at all. Give her a moment while she stirs her finger in what-might-be-mud.]

[misterbrief]

[He sees that.]

Careful, or else your carelessness might end with that mud covering more than just your finger.

[fishy_go_byebye]

It probably won't become a monster.

[But it might, and it stirs a little bit in tiny, monstrous fury.]

[misterbrief]

Mud does not constitute a monster, unless you're living on a planet that probably should have been destroyed long ago. It is, however, disgusting. [Not as bad as a pool of blood though.]

[fishy_go_byebye]

Dirt don't hurt~

[She hums the rhyme in her head a few times, her little monster making a face and roaring a silent, tiny challenge before she stuck a finger in its mouth.]

[misterbrief]

No, you only lie in it at the end of the day. [Or rather the end of your life.] It's not exactly fun.

[fishy_go_byebye]

[She's never imagined an eventuality where she'll lie in the dirt.]

You've never made an angel.