[His coffee goes flying now, and who knows who it's coming at- but he's grabbing that hair and throwing it to the ground. Looking down in anger, he wonders what the hell it is, but the piece of hair has friends. And they've tied themselves together to form a certain shape. Sneaking up behind the Saiyan, they leap- and attach themselves to his face just as the previous one did.
He yelps in surprise, not expecting more enemies, but look. Vegeta looks like his dad now. Mustache and beard and all.]
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He yelps in surprise, not expecting more enemies, but look. Vegeta looks like his dad now. Mustache and beard and all.]