Chapter 5

After Zarbon had arrived in his master's chambers and had brought him to sleep - he was supposed to tell Freezer about his life - he withdrew into his chambers with a deep sigh. He had really assumed his master would be interested in his life this time. After all, he thought he was great. Freezer was finally sleeping again and would only be slightly in a bad mood the next morning. Zarbon knew that a bad-tempered Freezer could cost him his head if he said a single wrong word. He didn't want to risk that under any circumstances and was glad to have put his master to sleep. When Zarbon got to his room he could have sworn he saw a small shadow scurry past him. But probably his eyes had only fooled him again. After all, it was very late and he was definitely no longer receptive. When he closed the door behind him he was sure he had only imagined the shadow.
In fact, of course, it was different. Vegeta had by no means returned to his room. After all, it was not yet midnight and it was still the little prince's birthday. He didn't want to spoil it under any circumstances. Vegeta knew exactly where Freezer kept his secret supplies. Only the finest of the finest. So the little prince made his way to the said room with the feasts. He had seen the door a couple of times so he knew exactly how to get there.
It was a few paces away. Vegeta was hungry as a bear anyway. Once again there had been something indefinable in the cafeteria that he found it difficult to choke down. When he stood in front of the huge door for the first time, he realized that the door could only be opened with a code. Vegeta tapped his tiny chin a few times. It was a numerical code, that was certain. He floated up to the keypad and brooded on. After a few seconds, however, he noticed the keys that seemed to have been pressed more often. The 2, 3, 6, 8 and 9. Vegeta thought hard again. Freezer was the second son of King Cold, who in turn was the eighth ruler of the Ice-Jin Empire. But Vegeta couldn't explain the six, the three and the nine with that. When was the tyrant's birthday? That was usually hung up on the big bell and now of all times it would not occur to him. In any case, it was the sixth month on the Icyin calendar. Master Freezer drank nine glasses of red wine a day, he had six different spaceships in which he had an entire floor to himself and two advisors who were constantly bustling around him. But then the eight would not be cleared. Vegeta sighed. He closed his eyes for a moment and opened them again. Naturally! The wine! Vegeta quickly typed the numbers in the correct order: 9, 3, 2, 6 and 8.It was actually quite banal, as Vegeta thought. Freezer drank nine glasses of wine a day and had three different glasses to choose from. At six in the morning he always drank the first and at eight in the evening the last. The two was relatively easy. Zarbon had to refill the wine twice at six o'clock.
The big door opened with a low hum and Vegeta looked at a land of milk and honey that was now opening up for him. The room was filled to the brim with all sorts of meat, the red wine area, sweets such as chocolate and tons of ice cream, as well as the most exotic fruits and vegetables that the little prince had never seen in his life. He sat back on the floor and stepped slowly into a dream world. He rubbed his eyes to make sure it wasn't a hallucination.
He grinned over both ears when he realized how much he could eat now. Vegeta finally had the opportunity to eat what he liked. After a devilish hand rubbing, Vegeta set to work.