Vegeta was still in bed and was a light sleeper. He knew it was already 12:00, but it was Sunday and he didn't think about getting up. * That's the way of life, * he thought as he turned around, grumbling with relish. He snuggled into the pillow and let the rays of the sun pamper him, falling through the window and onto his bare back. *It's Sunday. So ... sleep late and no household chores. * But he was rudely woken up as Bra jumped on his bed with one jump.

"Papa! Papa! Papa! Get up, go!" ripen them and jump around on him. Vegeta struggled to get up and rubbed his eyes. "Oh, Bra ... let me. ... It's Sunday after all," he yawned and stretched. Bra put on an offended expression and her eyes filled with tears. "But, ... you ... you have ... you promised me something!" she suddenly howled. She threw herself on the empty side of the bed, kicked so hard that the Saiyan got up voluntarily and took her in his arms.

"It's okay, Bra. I'm already awake." Suddenly Bra stopped crying and hugged her father's chest, smiling broadly. "Fine!" Vegeta rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. * What did I do wrong that she has me in her hand? It's usually even worse than her mother! * he thought and left the bedroom with Bra in his arms. *Why always me? *



It was lunch time when Vegeta came out of the shower. He rubbed his hair dry when he stepped out of the bathroom. "Ah ... that was good!" he groaned in relief and stepped into his room to put on some clothes. He went to his closet, grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and changed.

His sleeping clothes ended up crumpled up in the corner and he left the room. He grinned and felt his stomach growl. * Oh, fuck breakfast! Let's go straight to lunch! * he thought and walked towards the kitchen.



A sweet smell came through the hallway near the kitchen. An anticipatory grin crossed his face. * Let's see what smells so good here! * he thought and peeked through a crack in the kitchen door. Mrs. Briefs was at the stove stirring the soup. She whistled a tune on the radio and ignored Vegeta. How also: she hadn't even noticed him. He grinned, turned and ... BAFF! ... He collided with someone and was thrown back a little by the force. His opposite lost his balance and fell back on the floor.

Only now did he notice that it had rattled inside his own son. Trunks got up and walked past him with an angry look. "Sorry, dad!" he grumbled and went into the kitchen. * The poorest. Two weeks of housework plus forced labor in the household are a heavy punishment. * Vegeta watched him go and thought of himself when his father gave him parlor.*I can understand him. *

How many times in his short life had he been arrested by his father in a room on his home planet? It was definitely about 15 times. He just smiled and thought again of the words his father had said to him back then: "If you don't want to hear, you have to feel." Vegeta strode down the hall, lost in thought, and wanted to go into the living room. His stomach growled again. He grimaced in despair. *Great! Nothing in my stomach, headache and no desire to exercise. * He sighed hard. * I hate Sundays! *

He was about to go into the living room when Bra came towards him with a blanket and a small basket. "Your promise, papa!" she reminded him of the reason she had kicked him out of bed. He just rolled his eyes and replied: "It's okay, you little nuisance. I'm already gone." Bra grinned and went ahead, towards the garden. Vegeta sighed hard and followed her. *How so? Why did I get spread out for a picnic?* he asked himself and put his hands annoyed in his trouser pockets. The experiences of yesterday shot him up again. Bra had nagged so long that he finally gave in and HAD to consent, because he couldn't stand her blaring any more. He cursed himself and didn't seem particularly pleased with the picnic that was going to happen in his own garden.



For a few minutes Vegeta lay on the grass and nibbled on a few cookies. * Not very filling, but better than nothing! * he thought as he greedily stuffed another chocolate cookie into his mouth. "Oh! You're really hungry, Papa!" Bra marveled while Vegeta munched one cookie after the other. "Sure, didn't have the time to eat anything!" he brought out between his teeth and kept chewing vigorously.

Bra grinned and took a sip of tea from the small thermos. Vegeta sat up and looked at Trunks, who was trimming the hedge tips a few meters away from them.He looked really annoyed. Vegeta shook his head slightly and turned back to his daughter. They began to talk about this and that, but it didn't seem to be for him.

A strange tingling sensation went through his stomach and he said to himself: * Something is going to happen. And that will not have particularly positive consequences. Keep your eyes open, Vegeta! * But he ignored his own warning and was so absorbed in the conversation with Bra that he didn't notice that Trunks was slowly getting closer. He cut the hedge precisely and precisely and did not pay close attention to what he cut where. The slightly higher hedge blocked the view of Vegeta, who was sitting close to the hedge. Only the tips of the Saiyan's black hair hung just above the cutting height. Trunks came closer and closer and ... SNIP! ... A small tuft of black hair flew through the air and landed next to Vegeta on the ground.

The Saiyajin prince paused in his movement for a few seconds and then looked with wide open eyes at the tuft of hair that lay next to him.He picked it up and examined it closely: black hair tinted brown in the light. * Is that ... my hair ?? !!! * Startled, his fingers slid to the ends of his hair. They were ... gone, or rather, they were in his other hand !! He took a deep breath and bared his teeth.

"TRRUUUUUNKSSS !!!" he yelled and got up angrily. The addressee turned around slowly. From the angry sound of his father's voice, he could tell that he must have been up to something. "What is it?" he asked, sounding slightly hypocritical. Furious, he trudged up to his son and held the tuft of hair in front of his nose. "Look at this!" he snapped at Trunks and pointed to the ends of his hair that had just been cut off. Trunks understood and dropped the hedge trimmer. "Oh! I ... um ... I'm sorry, but ..." "Don't come with me. I'M SORRY! For that you will get another three weeks of housework on top of that!" he shouted angrily and trudged off.

Bra and Trunks watched him go. "Well done, brother," said the 4-year-old and took another sip of tea.Trunks glared at his little sister. “Hey! It wasn't my fault!” His cheeks turned an embarrassed red. * I have my own problems: I have to
the date
postpone it again. Shit! The snail was so hot. * he thought with a sigh and sat down on the green lawn. *How mean! And that's only because of a few hairs that were cut off! *

Meanwhile Vegeta was sitting in the kitchen and showing Bulma his NEW hairstyle. She almost fell over with laughter. "I don't think so!" she laughed when Vegeta described the incident to her. "Trunks really cut your hair ?!" "Yes, damn it! Do I speak French, or what? He cut off the ends of my hair with the hedge trimmer!" Bulma had another fit of laughter and pounded the fridge with the palm of her hand . "I can't believe it!" she giggled.

Vegeta jumped up furiously and dropped his clenched fists on the table. "THAT'S NOT WEIRD, WOMAN !!!" he roared, silencing her."Better tell me what to do now!" he continued, this time sounding quieter and a bit desperate. Bulma grinned and wiped a tear of laughter from her eye. "You should go to the hairdresser's and have the tips cut straight. I can't recommend anything more at the moment." He let out an annoyed sigh and stood up.

"Well, let's hope that he can push me in between. It's really embarrassing to walk through town with my hair cut at an angle." Looked at Bulma again before he wanted to leave the room. Bulma smiled and tossed him a baseball cap. "Put them on!" she said. "Then your hairstyle won't stand out." Vegeta didn't know exactly what to think of it, put on the cap and looked at himself in the mirror. "Looks like shit!" he grumbled and grabbed his jacket.



Vegeta walked slowly through the pedestrian zone. The cap is set low in the face in the hope that no one will recognize him. He arrived at his destination very quickly.He looked at the sign in front of the door. STARLIGHT SALON - GALACTICALLY GOOD. * Sounds promising. * he thought with a smile and entered. The vestibule was painted blue and there were silver star lamps. He opened his eyes puzzled. * Well, yes. Maybe not. Looks pretty chubby. *

He turned to leave when suddenly a gay-sounding voice behind him said, “Are you waiting for someone in particular or can I help you?” He winced and slowly turned around. What he discovered made his forehead sweat.

The hairdresser looked like Zarbon (but just a little) and had the funky way of Freezer. * Oh shit! * he thought and clenched his teeth. * And he should be a hairdresser? I feel more like I ended up in a gay bar! * "So, do you need a nice haircut?" the man asked again. Vegeta couldn't get a sound out and just stood there with his mouth open. He just managed to nod.

"Fine," said the guy and pushed Vegeta in front of him into the parlor, as the Saiyan's legs were reluctant to move. He led him to a hairdresser's chair and disappeared with the words: "I just have an appointment free. Sit down there and take off your hat. I'll be right back." behind a curtain. Vegeta swallowed and slowly sat down. *Oh shit. * he thought to himself and looked in the mirror. He took off his cap and just waited eagerly. * Well, then it's probably time to say goodbye, dear ends of your hair. * He grimaced sadly. "So, here I am again," he heard that penetrating voice again.