He sighed in annoyance and closed his eyes. * Hopefully it will be over soon. * he thought when the hairdresser started to wash his hair.



After almost an hour of talk and fear ("My hair! AHH!") He finally opened his eyes. He looked at himself in the mirror. His hair looked damn short. He turned his head to the side and was horrified to see that it really was so: his hair looked like someone had cut it lengthways with a sword.Vegeta sighed and he stood up after recovering from his little shock. "That would have been it then," said the hairdresser and accompanied his customer to the checkout. Vegeta paid in a bad mood and left the barbershop, swearing never to go there again. * Once is too much! *



Frustrated, he put his cap back on when he stepped out the door. "Hope I don't run into anyone I know," he muttered, putting the cap lower over his face than before. Slowly he continued on his way and stepped into the nearest supermarket to buy a pack of chewing gum. * That’s going to be frustrating, if you can even call it eating. Chewing gum is just a stomachache! * He hurried through the store and just grabbed a package of some kind and placed it hard on the conveyor belt without even looking up. * Just get out of here before ... *

But suddenly he felt someone drop his hand on his shoulder."Hi Vegeta! What are you doing here?" Vegeta started, he knew this firm grip on his shoulder, this voice too. No! He is not! He just can't be! * Slowly and with a startled expression, he looked over his shoulder. Goku stood there grinning.

"Oh, uh ... hey hey! Hi Kakarott!" he got out nervously, ignoring the cashier who wanted the money for the chewing gum. "That makes 51 groschen!" she said again more energetically. Vegeta reached into his pocket and pulled out 51 groschen. He slammed the money on the assembly line, grabbed the chewing gum and just wanted to get out of here, but Goku was still holding him.

"Now tell me what are you doing here? And why are you wearing a hat?" he asked curiously. Vegeta's cheeks turned red with embarrassment and he pulled the cap lower over his face to hide his red cheeks. "Hairdresser!" he spoke quickly and incomprehensibly. Goku came closer to his face."What did you mean? I didn't understand you." Vegeta grabbed Goku by the sleeve and pulled him out of the supermarket.

In the pedestrian zone, he let go of him and turned his angry gaze on his best friend. "Listen: I'm in a very bad mood because I had to go to the hairdresser because Trunks trimmed my hair with the hedge trimmer!" He took off his hat and looked at the other person even more angrily. Son-Goku first looked shocked out of the laundry and then began to snort loudly. Vegeta gritted his teeth and hissed: "Don't you dare do it, KAKAROTT! Woe to you laugh!" emerged. But too late.

The younger Saiyan burst out laughing. "You look stupid!" he laughed and pointed with his finger at the ends of Vegeta's cut hair. Vegeta blushed with anger and turned, offended. Son Goku tried to get in and followed the Saiyan prince. "Hey! Sorry Vegeta! Didn't want to laugh at you, just ..." He began to snort again.The older man shook his head, stuffed two pieces of chewing gum into his mouth and walked away, chewing vigorously and looking angry. Son-Goku wiped a tear of laughter from his eye and trudged after Vegeta. They continued to walk side by side through the city. Vegeta, full of anger and with his hands in his trouser pockets, while Goku walked beside him, grinning broadly. "Do you know you're bugging me, Kakarott?" Vegeta asked, glaring at him. But he didn't listen to him, let alone that he was still walking next to him. He had discovered a candy store and, like a small child, pressed his nose against the shop window. His mouth watered when he saw the delicious sweets in the shop window.

Vegeta sighed and tried to push Son-Goku away from there. But without any visible success: He did not move an inch. "Pointless!" he gasped and strode away. "Should he stay where he wants. I don't care!" he grumbled, chewing irritably on the gum.



At that moment, an alarm siren sounded nearby. The Saiyajins pricked up their ears and ran. "It came from over there!" Goku shouted as he ran and pointed his finger at the high bank building. Vegeta grinned. * Surely a bank robbery! Finally I can really let out my anger! * he thought happily and turned into the street where the bank was.

He was right: a vehicle with two masked occupants was parked on the street. Two more came out of the bank shooting. Equipped with bulging money bags, they jumped into the car and sped away. "We have to stop them, Vegeta!" said Goku and was about to attack her. "They can ... uh ... Vegeta?" The Saiyan prince had been standing next to him a few seconds ago, but now he was gone. * Where is he? * he asked himself and finally spotted him darting behind the car. "VEGETA!"

He had caught up with the car quickly and stood a few meters away from it to slow it down.The driver, grinning, gave more gas because he wanted to try to run over him. But his plan didn't work out because Vegeta grabbed the car by the bumper and lifted it into the air. The occupants of the car shouted: "Hey, you ass! Let's get down!" Vegeta complied with the bank robbers' request with a lousy grin and smacked the car on the ground so that it couldn't go any further. The bank robbers got out and pulled out their pistols. "Damn idiot! Our car is gone!" shouted the leader, pointing his weapons at the Saiyan's head.

At that moment, Goku came rushing to Vegeta's side, ready to put an end to these crooks. Vegeta looked at him. "Kakarott ?!" "Yes?" "This is my fight stay out of there!" he hissed and pushed him away from his side. A shot went off the leader's pistol and hit Vegeta's baseball cap, tearing it off his head. His short hair came out and Goku burst into tears with laughter."FINALLY SHUT UP THE COCARROOT !!!" Vegeta yelled with clenched fists and hunched shoulders.



The bank robbers saw their chance and tried to flee. They turned and ran. But their way was cut off by the police. "You are under arrest! Put your hands up and drop the money!" the High Commissioner ordered over the loudspeaker. But the bandits didn't even think about surrendering. "No way!" shouted the leader and turned around. But this escape route was also cut off. Vegeta was standing in the middle of the street with his arms crossed and his eyes angry. "Better cooperate with the law enforcement officers on this planet. Unless you'd rather mess with me!" he said seriously and cracked his fingers.

The leader grinned and walked towards Vegeta. "Well then, show me what you k ..." He couldn't finish the sentence as Vegeta's fist hit his cheek. He fell to the floor and held the sore spot on his face.The Saiyan grinned at the loser. "Give up!" he said and crossed his arms. But the leader didn't think to give up and went back to Vegeta.

Vegeta didn't even need to use a fifth of his strength to send this would-be thief to the mat, which was the case after a few minutes of boredom. The leader was KO in front of his comrades and everyone looked first at him, then slowly at Vegeta. He gave them a serious look and asked teasingly: "Another one who doesn't want to cooperate?" All the bandits raised their hands. "We're giving up!" they stammered fearfully and allowed the police to lead them away.

Vegeta took a deep breath and picked up his hat from the floor. The ball was stuck in the visor and shone like a glittering rivet in the left corner. He grimaced and looked at Son-Goku, who was lying on the floor and grinning broadly at him. "Let's go, Kakarott!" he said more calmly and helped him up. Both Saiyajins turned and walked away.A policeman called out to them: "Thank you!" and received an answer: "It's okay. Just forget about it, OK ?!" back from Vegeta. The policeman said to his colleague: "You know, these two could be mistaken for superheroes." "Why?" "Well, because of this selfless manner (Vegeta and selfless ???) and this weird ... oh no matter There's only one superhero anyway and that's Mister Satan, "said the first, and got into the patrol car.



In the evening Vegeta arrived tired at the Capsule Corp. and set himself up to another laugh attack from Bulma when he showed her his final new hairstyle. * Fucking day! * he grumbled to himself. * First you can't sleep in, you don't get anything to eat and then your hair is trimmed. But that's not all: Then you run into your rival, you have to listen to stupid comments about how stupid you look, you thwart a bank robbery and in the end you come home tired and we get your own too Life companion laughed at.So that's what I call a real SHIT DAY! *

He yawned and looked tiredly at Bulma. She, however, stepped up to him smiling and hugged him. "Let's go to bed, you tired little warrior." Vegeta rolled her eyes and fled from her arms. "I'll go ahead," he said, yawning and dragged himself exhausted into the bedroom. Bulma watched him go with a grin and followed him.

Vegeta was already sitting on the edge of the bed and felt his eyes grow heavy. He had no particular desire to change and threw himself on the bed as he was. He groaned in annoyance and closed his eyes. The events of that day were still circling in his aching head. "I hate Sundays!" he growled and fell asleep.



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Uuuund ... whack! Another FF finished. Hope you like the FF about the creation of Vegis GT hairstyle ^ - ^ * grin *. I hope you enjoy reading.



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