What hideous moves were those?
Krillin could practically feel a memory he had long since buried coming back to haunt him.
It was from over twenty years ago, when he had first met the Ginyu Force on Planet Namek...
Yep. Exactly the same.
Aliens really did have a strange sense of style.
Several of them covered their faces. Vegeta's expression was as black as the bottom of a pot.
Son Goten was probably the only one who thought it looked cool, his eyes sparkling.
He tugged at Little Wu's sleeve.
"Little Wu, why don't we try it too?"
"Uncle Goten, let's not. I-I think it looks really hard." Little Wu's mouth twitched as he shook his head repeatedly in refusal.
"No, it isn't. Even I think it's easy. You're a little smarter than me, Little Wu, so how could you think it's hard?"
"W-well, I might not be very good at dancing."
"Then don't think of it as dancing. Think of it as a martial arts move."
Damn it, Uncle Goten. Keep this up and I'll smack you.
Son Wu glared at Goten, his eyes all but hurling curses.
Vegeta's mouth was twitching too.
But there was nothing he could do. He had made a promise, and he had never been one to go back on his word.
So he began wriggling like an earthworm.
At first, the onlookers thought it looked awful, but the longer they watched, the more entertaining it became.
Well, it wasn't as though they were the ones dancing.
Watching Vegeta go through the motions, his face alternating between red and black, was pretty amusing.
If looks could kill, Kakarot would have been riddled with holes by now.
Still, there was no denying that Vegeta learned incredibly fast.
He had memorized all of Goku's movements after