"Well what do you know. Cliff Fittir, stoic revolutionary and budding fashion advisor. You and my daughter would get along pretty well." He would never admit to it but he was learning too, all about this fashion concept, thanks to her. Vegeta was slowly getting better at not wearing 'nerdy' outfits and things of the sort. That wasn't to say that he was still any good at it though. A work in progress.

"And quit making comparisons as if I were actually a female. It's degrading enough as is. Sca-ree, sheesh. I'll show you frightening."