Vegeta woke up early the next morning, and slouched into the bathroom, rubbing his eyes.  Bulma jolted awake and looked towards the door of the bedroom, waiting for his reaction.  There was a sudden yell, followed by the sound of somebody falling to the floor.  Bulma jumped out of bed and rushed towards the bathroom, where she found Vegeta lying on his back, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes.  He noticed Bulma walk into the room and a question formed in his mind.  "Bulma," he asked her sarcastically, looking up at her from the floor as she stood over him, struggling to control her laughter.  "Could you please explain to me exactly why my hair is bright pink?"  Bulma stood, lost for words.

Bulma told Vegeta exactly what Trunks had told her to do, while Vegeta sat on the edge of the bath and listened carefully.  "But,"  she added quickly when she had finished explaining.  "I took the liberty of buying you an outfit to match your new hair, just to cheer you up."  She stood up, and took a brown parcel from the cupboard under the sink.  Vegeta opened it, to find a bright fuchsia shirt, and banana yellow trousers.

"Erm, Bulma."  He said staring at the outfit.  "This looks familiar."  Bulma nodded, smiling from ear to ear.

"Yep!"  she said happily.  "I bought it from the same shop I bought the last one from.  You seemed to like the outfit."  Vegeta forced a smile.

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Gohan flew up to Bulma's house as fast as he could, closely followed by Sakura, Krillen, Tien, Chao-zu, Yamcha, Piccolo and Keiichi.  Gohan was worried.  They had sensed an incredible power level heading straight for Earth, around thirty incredible power levels, and Gohan's first thought was to go straight to Vegeta and Trunks.

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Bulma, Vegeta and Trunks sat on one of the balconies of Bulma's house.  Chibi Trunks was crawling around the floor looking for his soccer ball, which Vegeta had hidden behind his back.  Vegeta suddenly jumped when Trunks' little hand came up behind his back and grabbed the ball from his grasp.

Gohan landed on the balcony and rushed up to Vegeta.  He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped suddenly as he noticed Vegeta's hair.  "What - what happened to your hair?", he laughed, abandoning his attempt to stay looking serious because he thought several of his ribs had cracked trying not to laugh.  Vegeta scowled at him.

"It's a long and annoying story!", he forced snapped at Gohan.  "What are you all doing here?"

"We sensed some power levels coming towards the Earth."  Sakura answered, stopping Gohan before he had even opened his mouth.  "And, the closer they get the more I think that they are Furiza's Nameks.  There are loads of them, we don't stand a chance."

"This is it!", Trunks said standing up and nearly dropping Sayoke.  "These are the Nameks I was talking about."  He turned towards Vegeta.  "Father," he said, "We have to get you out of there."

"Don't be stupid!", Vegeta said back to him.  "I think I can handle a few Nameks!"

"You're wrong."  Sakura told him bluntly, standing up.  "They're really powerful.  The only reason I could handle them before is because there was only a few of them, and as a little girl I was trained by a brilliant Saiya-jin.  You won't be able to handle them."

"Excuse me, brat!", Vegeta shouted, rushing up to her.  "From when I was a mere toddler I was trained by my father, he was almost as powerful as I am now.  Don't you dare make out that you were trained by a greater Saiya-jin than I was, because believe me, you were not.  Just look, I'm a Super Saiya-jin, and you're not."  Sakura glowered at him. 

"I'll have you know," she said slowly, not blinking at all as she stared at Vegeta, "My father was a great Saiya-jin.  He died a noble death, saving two boys' lives!"  Vegeta smiled.

"That story sounds so familiar!", he said simply.  He went to walk from the balcony, but was stopped by a sudden explosion.  He turned around to see smoke billowing up from the horizon around half a mile away.  Trunks looked towards the cloud of smoke with a strange look on his face, part determination, and part fear.

"We can't just rush in there!", Sakura said, looking around at them.  Her eyes stopped on one person.  "Piccolo!", she said, staring at him.  "You're a mean green fighting machine, you can sneak in there, pretend to be one of them, and attack them then!"  Piccolo stared at her.

"Mean green fighting machine?", he said, a grin on his face.  "Well that's one I've never heard before!"  With that comment, the whole group took off towards the sight of the explosion.

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Sakura landed first and looked over to the group of Nameks.  There were around thirty of them.  They looked around, and one of them smiled.  "Well," he said, the horrid grin still on his face.  "Lets go find this Prince."  The group began to walk towards the city, not noticing that Piccolo had joined their gang.  He suddenly jumped up, and kicked the nearest Namek in the back of the head.  All of the Nameks turned and stared at him.  They all looked furious, and crazy.