"Mom, Dad, did you know? Vegeta's an alien!" Bulma quickly explained.
"An alien? Really?" Dr. Brief adjusted his glasses.
"Oh my, young man, are you an alien?" Panchy asked curiously, examining Vegeta. "You don't look like you're from another planet at all."
"That's right. I'm from Planet Vegeta, and I'm the prince of that planet. My name comes from its name," Vegeta answered honestly.
"A tail? Vegeta, is that tail real?" Bulma stepped forward and grabbed his tail.
Vegeta: "..."
Were you even listening to me?
And you're so rude.
You're even touching my tail.
"Do you have a glowing golden ball in your warehouse, with stars inside it? Does that ring a bell?" Vegeta asked.
"Oh, you mean that thing... I remember it." Dr. Brief nodded. "I found it while I was out having fun a while ago. Are you looking for it?"
"Give it to me," Vegeta said.
"No problem." Dr. Brief readily agreed.
You gave us a whole chest full of jewels.
What's one ball in comparison?
"Robot, go find that ball," Dr. Brief instructed one of the robots.
"Yes, Doctor!" The robot saluted and stepped forward.
"Thump!"
Then the robot promptly fell flat on its face.
Vegeta: "..."
"Ahem... It seems we still need to improve its walking capabilities..." Dr. Brief sighed.
The Lookout.
The Guardian of Earth and Mr. Popo watched Vegeta's every move below.
They were both worried Vegeta might cause trouble on Earth.
If you start making trouble on Earth, we won't be able to handle it.
"Guardian, look..." Mr. Popo said.
The Guardian of Earth: "..."
Even the Guardian hadn't expected Vegeta to get along so well with Bulma's family.
And that chest of yours—did you prepare it especially for them?
What are you planning?
"I don't know what he's planning, so let's watch him for now," the Guardian of Earth said. "At least it's reassuring that he doesn't seem to have done anything evil so far."
Capsule Corp headquarters.
The robot soon found the Dragon Ball and presented it to Vegeta with both hands.
"Thanks. I'll be going now." Vegeta picked up the Dragon Ball and thanked Bulma's family.
"Smack!"
Vegeta shot into the air.
"Whoosh!"
The next moment, Vegeta vanished from where he stood.
Dr. Brief's eyes widened.
"Oh my... Can all aliens fly?" Panchy exclaimed in shock.
"He really is an alien," Dr. Brief said, adjusting his glasses.
"I told you he was an alien, but you wouldn't believe me, Mom and Dad," Bulma said smugly.
Vegeta flew back to the Lookout at top speed, Dragon Ball in hand.
Now all seven Dragon Balls had been gathered, and they lay on the ground at the Lookout.
"Come forth, Shenron, and grant my wish!" Vegeta shouted.
The Guardian of Earth: "..."
This kid even knew the words to summon Shenron.
"Crack... crack..."
Golden light shimmered from the seven Dragon Balls.
"Whoosh!"
A golden bolt of lightning shot into the sky.
In an instant, the sky turned pitch-black.
In the blink of an eye, the golden pillar of light transformed into a gigantic azure dragon.
The dragon wound through the night sky, looking down at Vegeta, the Guardian of Earth, and the others.
"You who have gathered the Dragon Balls, state your wish. I will do my best to grant any one wish you make," Shenron's voice rang out. "Uh... Guardian..."
The Guardian of Earth said nothing.
"Shenron, make me immortal," Vegeta said.
After weighing his options, Vegeta had decided to wish for immortality.
But he knew full well that Earth's Shenron probably couldn't grant that wish.
Even if Shenron couldn't fulfill it, there should be some sort of compromise.
Shenron: "..."
"Immortality means that your lifespan has no limit and your body will never be destroyed. Even if it is destroyed, it will immediately recover," Shenron replied.
"That's right. That's exactly what I mean." Vegeta nodded.
"I'm sorry... My abilities are limited. I can't grant that wish," Shenron said, shaking his head.
"I knew it..." Vegeta smiled. "But it doesn't matter. Do whatever you can."
"At most, I can extend your lifespan by a thousand years... As for your body, the best I can do is give you the ability to regenerate your limbs," Shenron said after a moment's thought.
"Regenerate my limbs?" Vegeta mused.
"Simply put, as long as your head remains intact, your body can regenerate," Shenron explained.
"Then after I regenerate, will my stamina recover too?" Vegeta asked.
"Well... I'm sorry, but no!" Shenron shook his head.
"And once this wish is granted, will I be able to survive in outer space?" Vegeta asked.
"Yes." Shenron nodded.
"Fine, then grant me that wish," Vegeta said.
"Very well." As Shenron spoke, an invisible divine power gleamed in his eyes.
The divine power quickly enveloped Vegeta.
Vegeta could clearly feel his body changing rapidly.
His body seemed to fill with boundless vitality.
"Your wish has been granted. Farewell." After saying this, Shenron transformed back into the seven Dragon Balls.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
In an instant, the seven Dragon Balls turned to stone and scattered across the world.
The sky brightened again.
Vegeta rolled his arm.
Then he gritted his teeth and tore his arm off.
The Guardian of Earth and Mr. Popo were both startled.
"Heh!"
Vegeta tested his regenerative ability.
"Squish..."
In an instant, his severed arm grew back.
"Not bad, not bad." Vegeta examined his newly grown arm. It was smooth and fair, without even a single scar.
The Guardian of Earth: "..."
Mr. Popo: "..."
The two of them were speechless.
So he'd been testing his regenerative ability.
"Great. From now on, I won't need to bathe. I can just cut off my head and regenerate everything below it," Vegeta said with a smile.
The Guardian wiped his brow.
Mr. Popo laughed helplessly.
You got the ability to regenerate, just so you wouldn't have to bathe?