The party was boring. That’s what Vegeta thought as he stood against the wall outside, leaning against it, arms crossed across his chest. He made a small tch.

Bulma had hosted a party, after a successful fight. Vegeta found it pointless, he should be fighting instead of partying! But half the village was in that house, saiyens, humans, namikens, you named it.

He noticed a human sitting on the pavement beside the house; doing something. Seemed like he wasn’t the only one who disliked the party. He wasn’t going to approach the small male human, he wasn’t below that. He rolled his eyes and looked away.