On the day the Saiyan Reserve Training Camp in New Vegeta City opened, Ji Ming was awakened by a barrage of calls from Nappa.
Before dawn had fully broken, his wristband had been vibrating nonstop by the bed. Nappa had sent seven or eight voice messages in a row on the channel, each forty or fifty seconds long. Ji Ming opened the first one. Nappa's voice was low, but he spoke extremely fast. "Ji Ming, are you awake? The recruits are here—more than thirty of them. I had them line up in the square. King Vegeta told me to host the opening ceremony, but I still haven't memorized my speech. I fell asleep last night while I was on the third paragraph."
The second message said, "I had Bulma print me a new copy with the text twice as large, but when I took it out just now, my sweat had smeared it. The second half of the third paragraph is just a blot of blue ink now. I can't read a thing."
The third said, "Can you come help me say something? Just say a few words. I'm not good at that kind of formal speech."
Ji Ming leaned against his pillow and listened to the remaining messages before replying with a text. "You don't need to memorize a speech. Just talk normally." Then he rolled out of bed, grabbed the jacket draped over the back of a chair, and threw it on. Chi-Chi was already up in the yard, and the kitchen light was on. White steam drifted out through the window from the bamboo steamer, carrying the scent of pork-and-cabbage buns. Hearing his footsteps, she poked her head out. "Up this early?"
"The training camp's opening today. Nappa's about to lose his mind." Ji Ming took the