“Let me get this straight,” Vegeta said slowly, staring at Bulma like she’d just sprouted a tail. “You’re saying the Cerealians want me to be the representative delegate for Earth?”
“Yup!” Bulma’s eyes were bright with amusement. “In fact, they expressly requested you to the mediator, Vegeta.”
Vegeta considered this, tilting his head. “And… have you told them to consider my track record in diplomacy and peacemaking? In that I don’t have any?”
Beside him, Goku laughed.
“Yup, I’ve told them that too…” Bulma paused, “In.... not as many illustrative words.”
“This is ridiculous, Bulma. I’m more likely to start a war than broker a trade agreement, and I probably won’t even realise I’m doing it.” Vegeta said brusquely. “It’s a disaster waiting to happen. Find someone else.”
Goku chuckled again. The sound of his laughter did strange things to Vegeta’s insides, but he ignored it in lieu of glaring at the younger Saiyan.
Upon hearing the Cerealian races’ name and the name of the guy they’d be dealing with (“Granolah and Oatmeal”), Goku had laughed for two straight minutes. Vegeta had not been able to get him to shut up about it yet, but well, Vegeta had always been a trier.
-for upcoming fic for @kakavegeweek... if it gets out in time (keeping the prompt ambiguous at the moment in case I don’t finish it like this picture, and hype for nothing.)
