Vegetta is led from the shared dancers room. He keeps his head high, even as he feels crisp sea air swirl around all of his exposed skin. He jingles softly with every step, and wishes he had shoes. This kingdom is beautiful, but he wants to cry looking out at the endless ocean in every direction. Soon, he is at the throne room, to entertain more disgusting nobles. ...unhand me. he hisses to the cruel and stupid guards.