Earth, south of West City, on a private island owned by Capsule Corp.
An outrageously lavish wedding of the century was unfolding against the sea breeze. Bulma had thrown around the wealth of a billionaire conglomerate, spending three days transforming a barren island into a top-tier resort estate.
Yet beside a beach chair at the very edge of the estate, the most ridiculous scene in the entire universe was playing out.
"Hey, stop moving! I need to properly measure the Saiyan prince's skull shape and brow ridge!"
Tights, blonde and wearing huge black-rimmed glasses, had excitement shining in her eyes. Holding a soft measuring tape, she brazenly measured the head of a short man whose face was brimming with murderous intent.
"Woman... are you tired of living?!" Vegeta's forehead veins throbbed wildly, his clenched fists cracking at the knuckles. Even the sand around him began floating weightlessly beneath the force of his killing intent.
He was the proud Saiyan prince, who had rampaged across the universe for over twenty years, and now he was being pinned to a chair by an Earth woman with a power level below five so she could measure his hairline?!
"Why are you yelling?" Tights acted as if she had heard nothing. She pulled out a notebook and scribbled away, muttering as she wrote, "When he gets angry, his hairline seems to move back another 0.5 centimeters..."
"Tights! Are you insane?!"
A head with large, bright yellow eyes suddenly popped out of the bushes beside them.
Galactic Patrolman Jaco furtively grabbed Tights by the sleeve and frantically warned her in a low voice, "As your best friend, I have to remind you! That's Vegeta, the most vicious wanted criminal in the entire universe! He's destroyed more planets than I've patrolled! Do you have a death