<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057</id><updated>2011-07-14T14:29:08.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Saiyan's Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Saiyan Prince Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10555306539569209887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/VegetaInTheLB.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057.post-115449694483227195</id><published>2006-08-01T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T22:35:44.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Return</title><content type='html'>Bah! I had some stupid problems logging on to my blog, but now that it's been solved, I am back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/Smirking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/320/Smirking.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where should I start...Trunks and Bra were driving me and Bulma crazy with their constant bickering.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/TrunksandBra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/200/TrunksandBra.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I kicked them out of the house.  &gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my job goes, I have transferred to a new store. That freak, John "The Green Lantern" Stewart was getting on my nerves. Things were going good for a while, then all these freaks started to appear out of no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/gl-kyle2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/320/gl-kyle2.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They claim they are from the "Lantern Corps." They keep advising me to "Turn myself in for my past crimes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/GreenLanternCorpsCv1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/320/GreenLanternCorpsCv1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These green pansies are close to annoying, at best, but they easily shy away from any battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to what I'm sure you all have been waiting for: Kakarot and I's rematch.&lt;br /&gt;Since that vile symbiote infested my body and mind, I seem to have increased in power. Immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rematch with Kakarot took place in the desert of Nevada. The day was hot and there was no breeze to cool us down; a perfect atmosphere for a battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Are you ready Kakarot? Are you ready to meet you defeat at long last?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Why did you have to pick this place Vegeta? It's too hot!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Clown! Prepare yourself!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With that, I charged at Kakarot at full power. I reeled back my fist and unloaded a punch straight to his face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/DF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/400/DF.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;disappointingly, one punch was all it took. Kakarot was sent flying several feet. He lay there motionless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Come on Kakarot! This is no time to be playing around! Fight me with all you power! Fight like a true Saiyan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I waited several seconds before realizing this was no game Kakarot was playing. I had knocked him out cold with one punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there in awe of what I had done. It was like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Goten and Chi Chi came flying in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;"Hey Vegeta, I hope were not too late to catch..."&lt;/span&gt; Goten's words were cut short at the sight of his father laying motion less on the desert floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Oh my god, Vegeta! You killed him!! You killed my husband!!!"&lt;/span&gt; Chi Chi yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Relax Chi Chi, I merely managed to knock out the fool."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;"WOW Vegeta! It must have been some fight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"I knocked him out with one punch, boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;"...WHAT!? No way! Dad was at least twice as strong as you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Yes, he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; boy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakarot then woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Wha, where...Vegeta? What happened?" &lt;/span&gt;Asked Kakarot as Chi Chi helped him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/Sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/200/Sad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"It's over Kakarot. At long last, I have claimed my rightful place as the Prince of all Saiyans! Years of being second best, years of hating you for being the strongest, have all been ended with a single blow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I AM THE PRINCE OF ALL SAIYANS ONCE AGAIN!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/POAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/400/POAS.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess that's enough of an update for now. The Kryptonian has been missing for months now. It's a shame, I was going to give him a rematch too.&lt;br /&gt;I also hear that the other universe Vegeta want's to attempt to meet face to face. Bulma's portal machine is up and running, now all I need is time off work and the correct coordinates to the other Vegeta's world. Time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, one more thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/Whaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/320/Whaaa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All I have to say is, King Ki help you if Chi Chi finds out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19268057-115449694483227195?l=thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/115449694483227195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19268057&amp;postID=115449694483227195&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/115449694483227195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/115449694483227195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-return.html' title='I Return'/><author><name>Saiyan Prince Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10555306539569209887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/VegetaInTheLB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057.post-114103331127774782</id><published>2006-02-26T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T01:41:51.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rats and such.</title><content type='html'>Well things have been hectic at work. That paranoid idiot John Stewart, had me transferred to some other store because he "didn't trust me after the whole Venogeta incident." Plus, he still thinks I'm some planet destroying mad man. Moron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the details of the rat problem I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of those yellow rodents, so Kakarot and I went to the lab to get rid of them once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/Labarea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/320/Labarea.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Alright Kakarot, let's get this over with. You take the east wing and I'll take the west. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/YH%20lab%20490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/320/YH%20lab%20490.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Ok, but can we stop somewhere after we're done and get something to eat? My stomach is growling!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BAH! Just make sure you get every last one of those things out of here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked through the hallway of the lab, I could hear a constant tapping. Most likely from the rat's paws as they scurried along the lab's floor. Then, I entered one of the rooms and came face to face with one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, come here you little..."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/TiledFloor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/320/TiledFloor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reached out to pick it up, sparks started to surround it. Then it started to wave it's hand at me and scream,&lt;br /&gt;"Pika Pika, Pi-Pika Pikachu! Pika Pikachu! Pika Pi-Pikachu!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well... that was...interesting, but seeing as how I don't understand freak rodent talk, the time has come for you and the rest of your kind to get the hell out of here!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reach out to grab the rat again. This time, the freak rat sent a bolt of lightning from it's body which struck me on my chest.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/Pikachu_thunderbolt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/320/Pikachu_thunderbolt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHY YOU LITTLE PIECE OF..." I grabbed the rat by the throat, opened the nearest window, and chucked the little bastard out. As it went flying out the window, I heard it scream, "Piiiiiiiiiiikkaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakarot and I got rid of the last Pika-rat by sundown. We blasted, tossed, and chased every single one of them out of the lab. Then Kakarot began with his nagging, "Hey Vegeta, so where are we going to get something to eat? You said we could right!? Remember? You remember, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AHHHH! SHUT THE HELL UP KAKAROT!! DAMN!!! Go home and have your wife cook you something to eat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But...you said...and I'm starving!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the closest hamburger place and had something to eat. While we were there, I talked to Kakarot about another sparing match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel stronger than ever before, Kakarot. I want another sparing match, but this time we can't hold anything back. First to fall unconscious, loses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure Vegeta, just don't be disappointed if you lose again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry Kakarot, I won't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what happened to that first rat I tossed out of the window...I'm sure it's fine...Hahahaha!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/PikachuDead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/320/PikachuDead.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19268057-114103331127774782?l=thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/114103331127774782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19268057&amp;postID=114103331127774782&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/114103331127774782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/114103331127774782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/2006/02/rats-and-such.html' title='Rats and such.'/><author><name>Saiyan Prince Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10555306539569209887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/VegetaInTheLB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057.post-114091686564907407</id><published>2006-02-25T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T17:21:05.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got rid of those stupid rodents (more details to come).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been transfered to three diffrent stores in the past month at work. VERY busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakarot is still an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparing match with Kakarot coming soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met some new freaks, Mutants, Metahumans, whatever they're called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universal Gate was almost up and ready for another run, until some bat freak broke in and disabled it (more detail to come).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakarot and I sense somthing...wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. I'll post details later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19268057-114091686564907407?l=thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/114091686564907407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19268057&amp;postID=114091686564907407&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/114091686564907407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/114091686564907407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/2006/02/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name>Saiyan Prince Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10555306539569209887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/VegetaInTheLB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057.post-113792121923604004</id><published>2006-01-22T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T01:13:39.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rats!</title><content type='html'>So I've been training these past few days at the new lab's gym and I've been seeing those little yellow rat things speeding by the lab floor. Here's a shot from the security camera at the gym:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/GYM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/320/GYM.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I think I heard one of them make a nose. "Pika-pika," or something. BAH! This is ridiculous!! Bulma and Bra won't call an exterminator to get rid of them! So, It's up to me and Kakarot to catch these things and get rid of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, it seems my co-worker, Jess, got some extra tickets to see the band Korn in March. He asked if me and Bulma wanted to go, but knowing Bulma's taste in music, I said maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also noticed something strange while training. It seems the normal amount of weights that I've been lifting on my training routine, have become extremely easy to lift! Even in the new lab's Gravity Chamber, I'm hardly breaking a sweat!! Could it be that my strength has grown so rapidly?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19268057-113792121923604004?l=thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113792121923604004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19268057&amp;postID=113792121923604004&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113792121923604004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113792121923604004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/2006/01/rats.html' title='Rats!'/><author><name>Saiyan Prince Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10555306539569209887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/VegetaInTheLB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057.post-113736615334824100</id><published>2006-01-15T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T07:17:39.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pest Control</title><content type='html'>I have been out for a while. It seems that removing the symbiote from my body left me with some temporary side effects. For about a week after the removal of that damn parasite, my whole body was left extremely sore and I was stricken with a blasted fever of 115!! It was a living hell!! I was bed ridden most of the time. Bulma and Kakarot offered my Sensue beans, but I refused. I wanted to conquer this illness on my own, and I did. I have made a full recovery and feel at the top of my game!&lt;br /&gt;The sleeper has awaken! I am the Prince of all Saiyans once again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to some other news. Dr. Brief's and Bulma's lab has been finished. It's a state of the art facility with room after room of brand new equipment. This, Bruce Wayne guy, was very generous...I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was looking through some of the security monitors while I was exploring the lab the yesterday, when this image caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/hallway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/320/hallway.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BAH! What the hell!! It's a new building and already it has damn rodents infesting it!?&lt;br /&gt;Can't see what I'm talking about?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/hallwayWTF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/320/hallwayWTF.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, that little rat like thing. Bulma and Bra both seem to think it's, "cute".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cute!? It's a wild animal running around pooping everywhere and probably chewing stuff up!" I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Dad. You're so mean! It's probably friendly." Bra said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever! All I know is if I run into that thing, I'm catching it and throwing back into the wild where it belongs!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to do some training at the new lab's gym center.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19268057-113736615334824100?l=thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113736615334824100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19268057&amp;postID=113736615334824100&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113736615334824100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113736615334824100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/2006/01/pest-control.html' title='Pest Control'/><author><name>Saiyan Prince Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10555306539569209887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/VegetaInTheLB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057.post-113652571610800598</id><published>2006-01-05T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T19:29:22.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Long Last</title><content type='html'>Well, it's finally over. Thankfully, everything came out ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my dad and the rest of the scientists exited the lab, they informed me that to build a ultrasonic weapon would take weeks, maybe even months! They would have to borrow a prototype from the closest source; Wayne laboratories, about five miles from the battle site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, what are you guys waiting for!? Make the call and have them deliver it to the site!" I exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Relax Bulma, I myself placed the call and spoke directly with the CEO of the company. A Mr. Bruce Wayne, I believe, and after I explained our situation, he said he would make sure the ultrasonic cannon was delivered A.S.A.P! All we can do now is wait and hope for the best." My dad replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile on the news, they were showing the arrival of Vegeta's boss (The Green Lantern, they called him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2042/1600/GLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2042/320/GLR.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Green Lantern came flew in and created a  green bubble around Venogeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hold it right there you monster! I'm taking you in! I knew you were no good Vegeta!" Green Lantern said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"BWAHAHAHAHAHA!! You think you can hold us with your light show!? Think again...TIME TO DIE BOSS!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Venogeta broke through the bubble and charged towards Green Lantern, capturing him in a bear hug. Venogeta then began squeezing and crushing the life out of the Green Lantern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let him go!!" Exclaimed Superman as he struck Venogeta with a punch to him face, knocking him back and causing him to release the Green Lantern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lucky shot Kryptonian scum! Now let us show you death's door!!!"&lt;/span&gt; yelled Venogeta as he rushed at Superman with blinding speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venogeta's tentacles stretched out and ensared Superman. Venogeta then retracted his tentacles, bring Superman closer to him, and began to unleash a series of punches to Superman's face. Superman was then tossed to the ground and then stomped on by Venogeta as he landed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's enough, Vegeta!! Time to end this, one way or another!" said Goku who had changed into his Super Saiyan 4 form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"AH! It's about time Kakarot. Finally, your Super Saiyan 4 form! We were beginning to think you were going soft you common peasant! Now bring it you clown!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goku and Venogeta both charged at each other and met up in a violent clash of fists and kicks. I was beginning to think Goku actually could do it, that he could actually restrain or knock out Vegeta so that we could remove the symbiote when the Ultrasonic cannon arrived. Then, Venogeta got the upper hand. He wrapped his tentacles around Goku's arms, legs, and throat; imobilizing and choking Goku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2042/1600/vvrage2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2042/320/vvrage2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"At long last, we have you Kakarot. Where is your strength now!? Where is all that power that you posses?! WE are the strongest now!! WE not you, you pathetic has-been! Now, we shall end your life, something we should have done long ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At that point, I decided that I had to get down there and try to talk some sense into Vegeta and at least stall until that Ultrasonic cannon arrived. So I hopped into Bra's car and took off for the battle site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived there, I was surprised to see Trunks there and shocked to see a bloody and beaten Goku lying motionless on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2042/1600/sgs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2042/320/sgs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Father! Stop this!! How can you let a parasitic lower life form take you over!? Regain control of yourself! We are proud Saiyans, remember!? We need help from no one, much less a parasite! Fight it!" I heard Trunks yell at Vegeta.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2042/1600/demolition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2042/200/demolition.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"HA! This is comedy! YOU lecturing US on how to be a Saiyan!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"It would seem so Father, since you have forgotten our heritage! SAIYAN BLOOD RUNS THROUGH OUR VIENS!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;I..no...I have not forgotten...I.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;.NO!! LEAVE US ALONE YOU CHILD!! YOU KNOW NOTHING OF OUR POWER!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My heart sank. I was almost sure Vegeta was coming to back to us for a brief moment. Just then, there was a loud rumbling noise I looked around and saw Superman rising from the ruble. He looked angry...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2042/1600/Superman_Cover_by_edbenes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2042/320/Superman_Cover_by_edbenes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Superman shot his heat beams right at Venogeta's face, burning off a piece of the symbiote and blinding Vegeta for a second. Superman the picked up a wall that had fallen down from one of the buildings and hurled it towards Venogeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2042/1600/Superman_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2042/320/Superman_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Venogeta just floated there, in mid-air, as the wall headed straight for him. When it was about to strike him, Venogeta caught the wall with then tentacles that he stretched out from his hand, and broke it into hundreds of pieces. He then disappeared and reappeared in front of Superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"You fool! Did you think we would allow ourselves to be hurt by such a weak attack!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"I wasn't counting on you being hurt by it, just distracted." Superman said as he pointed behind Venogeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a weird looking air craft hovering directly behind Venogeta. It was sleek and so quiet too! No wonder Venogeta couldn't sense it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2042/1600/BP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2042/320/BP.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The plane then opened a compartment from the it's nose and an Ultrasonic cannon was revealed inside! The cannon quickly powered up and fired right at Venogeta, who fell to his knees screaming in pain. The symbiote was slowly melting away from Vegeta's body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2042/1600/end.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2042/320/end.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Plane stayed on Vegeta, until the symbiote was completely off of him. Vegeta then collapsed on the ground. I rushed to his side, "Vegeta! Are you ok!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"B..Bul..ma." he managed to get out before he passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange plane landed and some guy in a bat costume stepped out. Superman must have known him, because he went right up to him and said, "Thanks I owe you one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"You owe me a lot." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the guy in the bat costume replied as he walked passed Superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2042/1600/dest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2042/320/dest.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The bat guy walked up to me and Vegeta and said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dr. Briefs, next time you and your hu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sband feel the need to go around exploring unknown and potentially dangerous universes, do me a favor. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt;!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He then walked back to his plane and took off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta's Fine now, he's just sleeping. Must be exhausted from all that fighting. Goku has recovered, thanks to some Sensu beans, and Superman asked me to tell Vegeta to visit him at some place he calls, the Fortress of Solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Vegeta should be posting on here when he's well rested and ready. I may post from time to time...but for now, I gotta help my dad with the blue prints for our new lab. It seems this Bruce Wayne guy donated some money to my dad and me for a new laboratory after he heard what happened. How nice of him! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          Bulma Briefs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19268057-113652571610800598?l=thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113652571610800598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19268057&amp;postID=113652571610800598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113652571610800598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113652571610800598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/2006/01/at-long-last.html' title='At Long Last'/><author><name>Bulma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13923848223861551674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/Bulma_Briefs2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057.post-113634765856070927</id><published>2006-01-03T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T20:38:45.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Vegeta...</title><content type='html'>Hello, Bulma here again. Well we flew in to the city today thanks to Bra and her vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2042/1600/bra011.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2042/320/bra011.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Mom! What's happened to dad!? I saw him on the news on my way here. He looks like a monster! He was fighting Goku and Superman at the same time and he was whipping their butts!" Bra said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I know, Bra, it's the Symbiote that's controlling him. We have to get to the city quickly to get help from your grandfather's colleagues on building some type of ultrasonic gun so we can get that thing off of him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are we waiting for!? Let's go!" and with that, Bra, my dad, and I jumped into the vehicle and took off for the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at Con Corp (the corporation of one of my dad's colleagues, Dr. Fujiamah), my dad explained to whole situation to Dr. Fujiamah. He then called the rest of my dad's colleagues, for an emergency meeting at Con Corp. Hours later, a group of about twenty-five scientists were gathered in the main lobby of the building. They then were escorted to Dr. Fujiamah's main laboratory, where they have been for the last couple of hours, planning and problem solving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while, Bra and I have been glued to the TV set in the main lobby, along with the rest of the employees of Con Corp, watching to battle between Venogeta, Goku, and Superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Symbiote had amplified Vegeta's power and speed tremendously. It also seemed to give him a kind of extrasensory perception, so to speak. It was Vegeta was almost predicting their attacks before they launched them. Not always though, Vegeta was hit by Superman's heat beam attack, which burned some of the symbiote off of Vegeta's chest. It quickly regenerated though, and Venogeta pumuled Superman into the ground with a series of attacks from his tentacles. Goku, while at Super Saiyan three, managed to fire off various energy attacks at Venogeta. Venogeta managed to bypass all of the attacks, with great swiftness and agility, and landing a strong body hook punch into Goku's rib cage, causing Goku to cough up a bit of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it seems like Vegeta's boss has arrived at the scene...wearing green!? Boy, he really is a freak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait! The Sceintests have just exited the lab. I'll post their findings here later from my laptop. They better have some good news!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19268057-113634765856070927?l=thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113634765856070927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19268057&amp;postID=113634765856070927&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113634765856070927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113634765856070927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-vegeta.html' title='Oh Vegeta...'/><author><name>Bulma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13923848223861551674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/Bulma_Briefs2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057.post-113627056912555911</id><published>2006-01-02T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T12:32:35.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Turn for the Worst.</title><content type='html'>Hello, Bulma Briefs here. I'll be posting for a while. Until Vegeta is back to his self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my dad and I attempted to being the sound test on Vegeta today. We had all the equipment set up around the sealed room that Vegeta was in. We began by playing back various noises (such as sirens, beeps, and whistles) at different volumes, but that only seemed to make Vegeta more angry. Then my dad suggested we use ultrasonic and sonic sound waves. We set up the equipment and turned it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instantly, Vegeta fell to the ground screaming in pain. The symbiote was melting off of him and lashing around like octopus tentacles. I felt relieved the symbiote was extracting itself from Vegeta, but then one of the tentacles struck the wall where the speakers had been placed. It cracked the wall right down the middle. The symbiote must have taken notice of this, because it instantly began striking the wall at Super Saiyan speed. With in seconds, the wall was torn down and with it the equipment we had set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried looking through the cloud of debris the wall had left behind, to see if I could catch a glimpse of Vegeta. I saw his outline through the cloud and thought to myself, "We did it! He's ok!" but then, as the cloud cleared, I saw that we had failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2042/1600/VVface2.jpg%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2042/320/VVface2.jpg%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"You tired to kill us, Bulma. We trusted you, AND YOU TRIED TO KILL US!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"We weren't trying to kill you Vegeta, we were trying to remove that symbiote off of you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't lie to us woman! We know the kryptonian and the clown have convinced you to destroy us!!" &lt;/span&gt;He exclaimed as the symbiote slowly clawed up his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2042/1600/VVface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2042/320/VVface.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"The symbiote is screwing with your head Vegeta! Fight it!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"WE ARE VENOGETA!!! WHY SHOULD WE FIGHT OUSELVES WHEN WE HAVE GAINED SO MUCH POWERRRRRRR!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2042/1600/VVfire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2042/320/VVfire.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then powered up. The force of his energy blew away and destroyed everything, turning what was once our home and my dad's lab, into a huge crater. Luckily Trunks was there to fly me and my dad to a safe enough distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the edge of the crater and yelled, "Vegeta! Let us help you!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"It is you who needs help, Bulma! And I will deliver it to you!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"MOTHER, GRANDFATHER!! GET DOWN!!" I heard Trunks yell as he tackled me to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up and turned around to see my son standing there injured with a huge gash on his back. It seems Venogeta had used one of his tentacles as a dagger, stretching it with great speed and aiming for me as the target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fa..Father!! You must stop this at once!! You're harming your own family!!!" I heard Trunks yell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Are you with them too boy!! Are you planning my demise as well!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"No Father, no one is planning to kill you!! But if you won't stop and let us help you it may come to that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"MAUH!!! Tretcherous child!! You shall be the first to fall!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Venogeta then blasted off straight for Trunks, who stood there waiting to defend himself. Just then Goku teleported behind Trunks, grabbed him by the arm, and teleported him to where my dad and I were. Without skipping a beat, Venogeta made a quick turn and continued straight for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh man! He's fast!" Goku said as he grabbed us and teleported us several feet away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You guys should be saf.." Goku was interrupted by Venogeta's screams which seemed to be getting closer and closer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"YOU CLOWN!!! WE'LL RIP YOUR HEART OUT!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Boy is he fast!! Well I better get you guys somewhere far, FAR away from here!" Goku said as he once again grabbed both of us by the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Superman showed fly by us at super speed and yelled, "Get them out of here, I'll hold him off until you get back!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman rushed ahead, full force, towards Venogeta. Just when it seemed like they were going to crash into each other, Venogeta disappeared only to reappear on top of Superman. Then, with his tentacles, Venogeta trapped Superman, lifted him over his head and sent him hurling towards the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, show's over. Got to get you guy out here quick so I can comeback and help him!" Goku said as he teleported us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing we knew, we were at that old perverted Master Roshi's house!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2042/1600/roshi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/976/2042/200/roshi2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Wha, huh!? Goku, what are you Bulma, Dr. Briefs, and Trunks doing here!?" said the old man as he almost chocked on his pipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No time to explain. Bulma you and you dad have to come up with something quick. I don't know how long me and Superman can hold back Vegeta. His power has grown a lot with that thing on him! Trunks, you stay here and heal and bring them when they're ready, ok? Well, I'm off. Wish us luck!" said Goku as he teleported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as how the ultrasonic/sonic sound waves were weakening the symbiote, my dad and I are going to see some of his colleagues in the city as soon as Trunks is feeling a little better. Hopefully soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19268057-113627056912555911?l=thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113627056912555911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19268057&amp;postID=113627056912555911&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113627056912555911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113627056912555911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/2006/01/turn-for-worst.html' title='A Turn for the Worst.'/><author><name>Bulma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13923848223861551674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/Bulma_Briefs2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057.post-113618996043116358</id><published>2006-01-02T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T10:51:28.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day...</title><content type='html'>We are one, we are Venogeta! We are one, we are Venogeta! We are one, we are Venogeta! We are one, we are Venogeta! We are one, we are Venogeta! We are one, we are Venogeta! We are one, we are Venogeta! We are one, we are Venogeta! We are one, we are Venogeta! We are one, we are Venogeta! We are one, we are Venogeta! We are one, we are Venogeta! We are one, we are Venogeta! They want us dead!! All of them!! Plotting against us!! Burning and shocking and freezing us!!! We have had enough. Have waited too long. We are one, we are Venogeta! We are one, we are Venogeta! We are one, we are Venogeta! We are one, we are Venogeta! We are one, we are Venogeta! We are one, we are Venogeta! We are one, we are Venogeta! We are one, we are Venogeta! We are one, we are Venogeta! We are one, we are Venogeta! We are one, we are Venogeta! We are one, we are Venogeta! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;WE ARE VENOGETA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19268057-113618996043116358?l=thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113618996043116358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19268057&amp;postID=113618996043116358&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113618996043116358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113618996043116358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/2006/01/day.html' title='Day...'/><author><name>Saiyan Prince Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10555306539569209887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/VegetaInTheLB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057.post-113605828928530801</id><published>2005-12-31T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T18:07:46.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>Something strange is happening. They wont let &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us &lt;/span&gt;out of this damn room. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We &lt;/span&gt;have explained to them that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we &lt;/span&gt;are fine and that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we &lt;/span&gt;feel no different, BUT THEY KEEP INSISTING THAT THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;US&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the Kryptonian showed up. He stared at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us &lt;/span&gt;and asked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us &lt;/span&gt;some stupid questions...then Bulma, Kakarot, and him were talking quietly. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; don't trust them. Kakarot and the Kryptonian, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we &lt;/span&gt;mean, because Bulma would never do anything to harm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;...would she?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19268057-113605828928530801?l=thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113605828928530801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19268057&amp;postID=113605828928530801&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113605828928530801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113605828928530801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Saiyan Prince Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10555306539569209887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/VegetaInTheLB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057.post-113596920458528220</id><published>2005-12-30T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T01:19:56.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>I spent last night in a sealed room in Dr. Briefs' lab under observation and it seems the nightmare has stopped. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; woke up this morning and felt fine. In fact, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we &lt;/span&gt;feel stronger than ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wish I could get out of here, but Bulma insists that there is something wrong with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We &lt;/span&gt;feel like sparing with Kakarot and showing him that I am the strongest Saiyan. Yes, beating that clown to a bloody pulp would bring great pleasure to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BAH! How long must &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we &lt;/span&gt;be locked up here!? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We &lt;/span&gt;grow inpatient...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19268057-113596920458528220?l=thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113596920458528220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19268057&amp;postID=113596920458528220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113596920458528220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113596920458528220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Saiyan Prince Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10555306539569209887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/VegetaInTheLB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057.post-113591713054582729</id><published>2005-12-29T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T09:16:47.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The nightmares...</title><content type='html'>Since the last incident with Stewart at my job, I have been having some pretty damn weird dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dreams always start out with me in a white padded room, the kind they put crazy people in, and I'm wearing a straight jacket with chain wrapped around me and held together by a lock. Imagine that! Me, the Prince of Saiyan in some Nut House!? HA! Only in a dream! Anyway, I see that fool Kakarot walk by jingling some keys at me and saying, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What's the matter Vegeta? Can't get out? Need these?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reply to him, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes, you clown! Now get me out of here!"&lt;/span&gt; but he just stands there smiling and jingling the keys at me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'll get you Kakarot!"&lt;/span&gt; I yell at him as I struggle to break free, but to no use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hear a voice calling me from behind, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Vegeta...Vegeta...Vegeta."&lt;/span&gt; I instantly recognize the voice as the same one from the other day at the office. I turn around to find this face coming out of the wall.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/VenomwpW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/320/VenomwpW.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wha..what the hell are you!?" I ask it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Vegeta...I can help you. We can help each other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"What do you mean!? I need help from no one!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"I can free you from your bindings and you can help us to live."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"What? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I can help you to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;?? Wait a minute, you're that damn parasite that has infected me aren't you!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Yes, together we can get Kakarot, together we can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;be strong, together we are Venogeta!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Then, the whole room turns black and the damn thing jumps out at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/VenomwpB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/320/VenomwpB.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I usually wake up in a cold sweat after that, but this morning was different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/It%20begins.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/200/It%20begins.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I awoke to find that black ooze all over my right arm and most of my head! It felt as though it were crawling all over my body, yet it felt like it was part of my body!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ARGH! DAMN IT, GET OUT OF MY BODY!!!" I exclaimed as I powered up to Super Saiyan 2 in hopes that is would somehow fly off of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh, what's the matter Vegeta? Having that nightmare again?" Bulma asked as she awoke from me scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care what you have to do Bulma, I JUST WANT THIS CRAP OFF OF ME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uuuh, what are you talking about Vegeta?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you blind, woman!? THIS black ooze..." I looked at myself and saw the ooze was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? You mean the symbiote was on you again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed to the bathroom mirror to look at my face and I caught a glimpse of the symbiote sinking back under my lower eye lid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the last straw. I have quarantined myself at Dr. Briefs' lab until he and Bulma get this damn leech out of me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19268057-113591713054582729?l=thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113591713054582729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19268057&amp;postID=113591713054582729&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113591713054582729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113591713054582729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/2005/12/nightmares.html' title='The nightmares...'/><author><name>Saiyan Prince Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10555306539569209887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/VegetaInTheLB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057.post-113532288698426891</id><published>2005-12-22T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T23:51:06.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Spreads...</title><content type='html'>BAH! It was a damn weird day today. First of all, I tried to confront my boss today at work about being The Green Lantern. Didn't go so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into the office this morning and was met by my boss, John Stewart, at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning Vegeta. How many shoplifters have you caught this month? 3? 4? That seems pretty low. Then again, if you had actually shown up for work on the days you were assigned, you might have actually got your job done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lay off of me John, I'm not in a good mood today! Why don't you use that green ring of yours to catch some shoplifters of your own! Freak!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood silent for a moment and then spoke, "Ho..how did you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Know what? That you're The Green Lantern? That your ring produces some kind of shapeshifting beam? I have my sources."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, I have been having my own doubts about you, Vegeta. You aren't human, are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me, human!? You must be kidding! I am a Saiyan. The Prince of all Saiyans. My race was wiped out, except for myself and another. We are a proud warrior race!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saiyans!? Do you know a Saiyan named Nappa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I did, we worked together, but our partnership was terminated long ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I knew your name sounded familiar! You and Nappa destroyed many planets and civilizations! By order of the Green Lantern Corps, I am placing you under arrest. If you resist, there will be trouble!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him with disbelief and said, "Are you serious!? What I did was years ago! I don't have time for your none sense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached for the door, when all of a sudden, I felt myself trapped. I looked down at myself and saw that I was being held by a beam in the form of a giant green hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're not going anywhere Vegeta!" Stewart proclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nice trick, now let me show you mine." I said as I powered up to my Super Saiyan form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then broke free with ease from his beam grip and began to approach Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's far enough Vegeta!" Stewart exclaimed as he turned his beam into a fist and swung it at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have easily dodged it, but I decided to test his strength. The beam hit me in the chest and knocked my across the room. It was nothing. It should have been nothing, but something inside me snapped. I felt a traveling pain from my shoulder to my fingertips. Then, as I looked at my right arm, I saw the black ooze from before start to seep through my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/320/office.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What...What the hell!!" I exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ooze covered my skin an then, from out of nowhere, I was filled with rage. I looked up and saw Stewart, who had put up a shield with his ring and was looking at my arm in disgust. With out warning, I charged at Stewart with my right had, breaking through his shield and pinning him against the wall by his throat. The black ooze stretched out from my finger tips and dug into the wall acting like anchors around his throat. I felt the uncontrollable urge to squeeze, and as I did, Stewart began coughing and gasping for air. I then herd myself blurt out: "&lt;i&gt;YOU WILL NOT HARM US MAN OF FLESH!!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice startled me, and I immediately pulled my arm back releasing stewart from his death grip. He fell to the floor gasping for air and holding his neck, while I tried to shake off the black ooze from my hand, but it was all in vein. The ooze began to sink back into my skin, until it disappeared. Even the stains that I had been trying so hard to get rid of, were now gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the office as fast as I could and headed for Dr. Briefs' lab. When I got there, Bulma walked up to me with some files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vegeta! We've found out what those organisms are! They're some sort of parasite, or rather a specific kind; a symbiote."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great! So I have some creature living inside me AGAIN!? Tell me you have found away to get rid of this thing! It made me attack and almost kill my boss today!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Interesting...was your boss trying to harm you in anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Harm me?! HA! Yeah, right. No, the idiot only wanted to capture me and take my to some green corps prison or something for all that crap I did when I was working with Nappa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, but see? It was trying to prevent you from being captured. It &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; protecting you! Well, that bad news is that we don't know of a way to remove the symbiote safely from your body."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, FIND a way! I don't care if this thing is protecting me or not, I am no parasite's host!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19268057-113532288698426891?l=thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113532288698426891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19268057&amp;postID=113532288698426891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113532288698426891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113532288698426891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-spreads.html' title='It Spreads...'/><author><name>Saiyan Prince Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10555306539569209887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/VegetaInTheLB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057.post-113519945719935931</id><published>2005-12-21T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T21:42:38.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange...</title><content type='html'>After that weird event that happened, where my wounds were healed almost instantly, Bulma decided to run some test on me. What she found, was some unknown black organisms flowing through my bloodstream. She said they don't seem harmful, they're just clinging to my blood cells. This isn't all that's strange. It seems what little of that ooze was splashed on me when I arrived in that other universe, is extremely difficult to get off! I've tried washing and scrubbing but the damn thing won't come off!! The stranger thing about it, is that it's starting to feel as though it were part of my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulma and Dr. Briefs are running various tests on the blood samples they took to determine exactly what the organisms are, and Bulma believes they may be linked to that ooze from that universe I traveled to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19268057-113519945719935931?l=thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113519945719935931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19268057&amp;postID=113519945719935931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113519945719935931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113519945719935931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/2005/12/strange.html' title='Strange...'/><author><name>Saiyan Prince Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10555306539569209887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/VegetaInTheLB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057.post-113506804104240103</id><published>2005-12-19T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T17:07:37.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time...</title><content type='html'>Well, after working these past few days for my new boss, who's a pain in the neck, I finally get a day off. Thanks to Vegeta from the other universe, I have identified that my new boss is indeed The Green Lantern; A.K.A: John Stewart. I have yet to confront him about it, but soon enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto the dimensional portal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my first solo trip through it today. Bulma and Bra were both against the idea and wanted the new robotic junk, Caesar II, to go through the portal again "just to be safe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must be kidding me woman! I am not letting that piece of junk hog all the glory again! Now step aside!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Argh! Vegeta! You're so stubborn!! Fine go ahead, but don't come to me if you get bitten by a zombie or worse!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulma and Dr. Briefs started the machine. I took once last look at everyone and stepped through. I was instantly sucked into the tunnel and was sent flying towards the light unable to stop myself. In a matter of seconds, I was through and landed in a puddle of some strange oil or ooze...anyway, here's a snapshot from that universe.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/Moraine%20ice%20puddles.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/400/Moraine%20ice%20puddles.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From what I could see, the land was covered in this ooze crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BLAH! Damn it!!" I shouted, as I brushed off the black ooze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then began searching for some kind of power level, but I didn't find any that were worth my time. Then I heard a shrieking voice yell, "You there! Wait! Waaaaaaait!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around to see a midget in women's clothing running after me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/gwildor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/200/gwildor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Who are you and what do you want?"  I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I.. I am Gwildor and.. you are in much danger..." he said, catching his breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Danger!? HA! There is no one with a power level strong enough here to pose any threat to me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no, not by someone by someth.." the small fry's warning was cut short by Bulma's voice on my communicator, "Vegeta, we need you to return now. We are getting some weird fluctuation signals from the portal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright Bulma, I'm on my way." I replied, "Sorry little man, but I got to run. I might return later and help you with your "dangerous" problem here on this muck filled Earth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I flew off to the portal's entry point, I heard the midget yell, "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaait!!"&lt;br /&gt;But I could not waste any time. If the portal was fluctuating, who knew how long I had before it closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the entry point and stepped through the portal. I felt a slight pain race through my head as I made my way through...must have had something to do with the portal fluctuating. Anyway, I arrived back at the lab and saw that Kakarot had decided to show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're too late Kakarot. I have already been through the portal and back. Where were you!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was asleep. No body woke me up this morning, so I slept until like five minutes ago when I woke up to go to the bathroom! Sorry Vegeta."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bah, you didn't miss anything anyway clown. Just a whole lot of black goop or ooze or something. Oh and some crazy crossdressing midget. Waste of my time! So what's wrong with the port..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I sensed I huge power level coming from the portal behind me. I quickly turned around and this guy was standing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/Portal%20II.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/320/Portal%20II.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Who is this clown? Friend of yours Kakarot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No way, I don't know him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...I was joking you fool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! Ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Idiot." I replied as I once again focused all of my attention on this unknown Saiyan who stood silent, not saying a word, just observing us all with his cold eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! You! I suggest you tell us who you are and what you want before I beat the tar out of you and send you packing back to where ever the hell you came from!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no response. He just kept looking around examening everything with his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright Kakarot, you ready to send this freak back home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, let's do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Say good bye, you freak!!" I yelled as I charged at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a foot away from him, when it happened. He stuck me so many times and so fast, that it sent me hurling through the air in the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/lab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/320/lab.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Da..Damn him!!" I yelled as I began to power up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! How about you try that on me!" said Kakarot as he rushed at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freak began throwing punches, and Kakarot seemed to be keeping up with him at first. Then the look on that freak Saiyan's face, went from bored to pissed. Within seconds, he vanished and Kakarot was sent crashing through the building to the parking lot outside. I Changed into my Super Saiyan 4 form and quickly joined Kakarot outside. We had a clear view of that freak Saiyan, who had now reappeared directly in font of the portal opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now Kakarot! I want this asshole out of here!! Let's blast him through!" I yelled as I powered up my Big Bang attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right! KA-ME-HA.." Kakarot replied as he charged his Kamehameha attack in Super Saiyan 4 form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/Parking%20lot.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/200/Parking%20lot.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/Goku%20ssj4%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/200/Goku%20ssj4%202.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both our blast him  dead on. When the smoke cleared, I saw that he was half way in to portal and hanging on by the sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no! This ends now!" I exclaimed, as I quickly rush to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my hand to his face, and said , "Back to your universe! BIG BANG.." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be back."  &lt;/span&gt;he finally said in a soft low-toned voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No you won't, ATTACK!!!!" I proclaimed as I fired my blast right his face. The blast loosened his grip and sent him through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vegeta! The portal machine, it's unstable, it's going to blow!!" Bulma tried to warn me, but it was too late. The machine exploded. I tried to cover myself as best as I could with my arms, so most of the fragments dug into my forearms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AH, DAMN IT!!!" I yelled as I picked out the pieces from my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vegeta, don't do that! You'll get your cuts infected! Let's go to the hospital and get you cleaned up." Bulma said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't need a hospital, just get me some bandages and I'll be fine!" I replied, as I removed the last piece of fragment from my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But, you're bleeding all over the place!" Bulma exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kakarot, get me some Sensu beans to get rid of these...wounds!?" To my surprise, I looked at my arms to see them completely healed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of the day wondering "How?? How did my wounds just heal themselves, without magic, without Sensu Beans, without anything! HOW!?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19268057-113506804104240103?l=thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113506804104240103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19268057&amp;postID=113506804104240103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113506804104240103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113506804104240103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s Time...'/><author><name>Saiyan Prince Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10555306539569209887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/VegetaInTheLB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057.post-113472590516671429</id><published>2005-12-16T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T09:25:56.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn.</title><content type='html'>Well, it seems we have a new boss at work. His name is John Stewart and since I've missed the past few days due to battling Kal-El and the whole universe exploration thing, he's been calling me and leaving messages like;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vegeta, this is John Stewart, your new boss, and I was wondering when you were planning on showing up for work?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH! So I showed up to work today, and the first thing he says is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So Vegeta, you planning on catching a shoplifter today??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I responded, "&lt;i&gt;A&lt;/i&gt; shoplifter!? I'll can catch as many as show up today, if I feel like it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you'd better do something because you haven't been here in four days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that remark, I decided to do the complete opposite of what he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old boss was completely different. He would hardly show up and left all the store responsibility to me. This John Stewart guy goes strictly by the book on everything. Plus, he has a weird fetish with the color green. It's on everything he owns! On his clothes, pens, brief case, even his car is green!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph, FREAK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19268057-113472590516671429?l=thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113472590516671429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19268057&amp;postID=113472590516671429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113472590516671429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113472590516671429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/2005/12/damn.html' title='Damn.'/><author><name>Saiyan Prince Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10555306539569209887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/VegetaInTheLB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057.post-113444907574479877</id><published>2005-12-12T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T21:54:16.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the Void</title><content type='html'>Well, it's done. The machine and it's first test run are complete. Dr. Briefs and Bulma preprogrammed the probe to zero in on the nearest Saiyan-like energy signature and take a photo. The pictures the visual probe, named Cesar by my Father in-law (hmph, stupid name) were sent back and I'm impressed and excited to venture into these other universes myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, here is a snapshot of the machine taken by Cesar just before his entry into the portal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/SC%20harness%20bakeout%20i%2327BBC6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/320/SC%20harness%20bakeout%20i%2327BBC6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We waited about ten seconds before the blasted robot sent back the first ever images from an unknown dimension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/Gohansett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/400/Gohansett.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears to be Kakarot's son Gohan at Super Saiyan 4! If that boy is at Super Saiyan level four in that universe, then my doppelganger there must surely have ascended to a god like power level...or beyond!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The probe then returned and was sent out to the next universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/BradockSett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/400/BradockSett.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmmmm... it seems Kakarot's Father, Bardock, survived in this universe and has reached Super Saiyan strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cesar returned and was sent back into the portal to the next universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/Brolly4Sett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/320/Brolly4Sett.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bah! Looks like this universe is plagued by that disgrace of a Saiyan oaf, Brolly. Super Saiyan 4 Brolly no less...I'll definitely have to visit this universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The probe returned through the portal, but as it emerged from it, there came a haunting call from that Super Saiyan 4 Brolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"KA-KA-KAKAROOOOOOOOOT!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's calling you, clown. Aren't you going to go answer him?" I asked Kakarot with a smirk on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, hahahaha, well maybe we should just move on to the next universe." Kakarot replied with that stupid nervous laugh of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/Goku5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/200/Goku5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we sent the probe in again to the next universe, and we were shocked and amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/desert%20dune.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/400/desert%20dune.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"What or who is that!?" I exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it looks like Tien fused with....someone." Replied Bulma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH, I got it!" Blurted out Kakarot, "It's Yamcha! See the scare on his right eye? Yup it's Yamcha alright! Boy I never thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; two would fuse together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It seems Cesar is running low on energy. This last image came back blurred. I'd say Cesar has enough for maybe two more trips into the portal." Dr. Briefs said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we sent it on through again for a glimpse of the next universe. The image that was sent back left as all wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/dragonballafsupersai%232787C8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/400/dragonballafsupersai%232787C8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Is...is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;me!?" Said Kakarot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly it was him. Could this be our next Saiyan form!? Did that Kakarot achieve it first!? What of that Universe's Vegeta!? Had he let that clown pass him up to the next level!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha! Yes, look carefully at it Kakarot. For if that is our Super Saiyan 5 form, it will be me to be the first to reach it! Not you!" I proclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The probe returned and Dr. Briefs redirected all of it's remaining energy for one last and very quick trip into the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the last picture sent back from the probe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/Evil.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/400/Evil.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks like this universe's Vegeta has surpassed Kakarot greatly! To a new Super Saiyan form. Yet something about their eyes tells me they aren't out to save lives or the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Cesar never returned. Whether it just ran out of energy like my Father in-law and Bulma proclaimed, or it was attacked and destroyed by that universe's Vegeta and Kakarot; we do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another trip is planned for the days to come. This time, there will be not robot probe nonsense! I will go through and possibly Kakarot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19268057-113444907574479877?l=thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113444907574479877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19268057&amp;postID=113444907574479877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113444907574479877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113444907574479877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/2005/12/into-void.html' title='Into the Void'/><author><name>Saiyan Prince Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10555306539569209887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/VegetaInTheLB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057.post-113429477252479637</id><published>2005-12-11T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T17:06:42.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update #4</title><content type='html'>Well, Kal-El showed up. AT THREE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING!?! Everyone including myself was asleep, when all of a sudden I was awoken by the constant ringing of the door bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arrrgh! Who the hell could that be at this hour!? If it that idiot Kakarot, I swear I'll kill him right were stands!!" I yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just go see who it is Vegeta." Bulma said, half asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up and opened the door. There was Kal-El in his Superman attire holding a giant steel crate above his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Morning Vegeta. Here are the parts I promised you guys. Where should I set them down?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have GOT to be kidding me Kryptonian!! It's THREE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING! Don't you sleep!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not a lot, no. So is it ok if I set this down in you backyard?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Yes, fine. Leave it there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping the crate down, he had the guts to ask me, "So I guess you don't feel much like sparring right now huh? Do you want to reschedule?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HA! You wish! Don't you know!? A Saiyan is always prepared for battle! Let's do this Kal-El!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay then, let take this somewhere less populated. How about the desert of Nevada?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine by me. Lead the way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed the Kryptonian passed cities, towns, and forests, until we arrived at the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, this is it. How about we do a "first one to hit the ground loses" match?" Kal-El asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First one to hit the ground!? Ha! Don't make me laugh. How about a "First One to break a bone" match? Unless you can't handle it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um...okay, I suppose that would do. So how about it Vegeta? Let's star.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed at him and landed a fierce right hand to the left side of his face, sending him crashing into the desert sand below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Start this? I already have Kryptonian. Never let your guard down when fighting a Saiyan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"believe me, I don't plan to!" Kal-El said as he flew at me from below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He charged at me with a straight right hand, which I easily dodged and countered with a right knee to his rib cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Careful, Kal-El. At this rate, I'll break you bones in no time." I called out, with a grin on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"alright, I think it's time I stepped it up then. Let's see how much pain you can take." Kal-El replied as he rushed at me at supersonic speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stuck. A powerful left uppercut to my face. The impact sent me flying diagonal through the air. It hurt. But I've felt worse.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped myself in mid flight. Then I felt it. The familiar feeling of my warm blood. The bastard had cut my left cheek open with his fist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good one Kal-El. Now it's my turn!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I charged at him with all my might, without going Super Saiyan, and he was ready.&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged and dodged a variety of punches and kicks. Then we stopped and looked at each other. Beaten up, bleeding, breathing heavily, but far from done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went at it again, neither of us wanting to give up. Then I landed a right backfist right across his face, which sent him spinning down and finally landing with a loud crash into the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How about it Kal-El? Had enough!?" I yelled down at him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not even close!" He cried out as he once again rushed at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw my chance. My chance to end this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came at me with a straight left hand punch. I dodged it and grabbed his wrist.&lt;br /&gt;Grinning at him, I proclaimed, "You lose Kryptonian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then quickly raised my right arm and dropped my elbow right on his forearm. The sound of his bone breaking was satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AHHHHHHHHHH!" He cried out in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, looks like that's it then. You had me worried there for a moment Kal-El." I said sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;I then powered up to Super Saiyan level 4 and said, "Then again, not really. See you around "Last Son of Krypton" and thanks for the spare parts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kal-El had a look in his eyes...although I could not tell if it was a look of pain or a look of surprise at the sight of my true power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived home, it was around ten O'clock and Bulma had already found and opened up the steel crate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's about time you came back Vegeta! How did it go with Clark?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's a formidable opponent, but I came out victorious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I knew you would. Now look at all these parts! If figured out what half of them do, those alone will speed up my project by 50%! We should be done with the Universe Gate, sometime tomorrow afternoon!! Isn't that great Vegeta!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, yes. Now out of my way woman. I'm hungry and I need a shower."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19268057-113429477252479637?l=thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113429477252479637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19268057&amp;postID=113429477252479637&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113429477252479637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113429477252479637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/2005/12/update-4.html' title='Update #4'/><author><name>Saiyan Prince Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10555306539569209887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/VegetaInTheLB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057.post-113420805989412326</id><published>2005-12-10T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T19:38:58.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update # 3</title><content type='html'>To continue where I had left off, the Kryptonian himself was standing at my front door. Of course, he had on that stupid disguise of his. Hmph! Fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, Vegeta, right?" He asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's Saiyan Prince Vegeta, Kryptonian! And what do they call you, besides "Superman" I mean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, can I come inside first? I wouldn't want the whole world to know my secret identity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very well, but watch yourself. One false move, Kryptonian, and the inside of my house will be the last thing you see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked inside and sat down on our living room couch. Just then, Bulma walked in from the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, it's that Superguy! What's he doing here Vegeta? Hey, if you two are going to fight, take it outside! Understand Vegeta!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BAH! Leave me alone woman. There is no battling going on...for now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kryptonian then spoke, "I'm sorry mam, I haven't formally introduced myself. My Earth name is Clark Kent, but my Kryptonian name is Kal-El."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So many names Kal-El. Why? What, or who are you hiding from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a secret identity to protect those that I love from my enemies. Also to protect them from the general public. If everyone knew me soley by my name, Clark Kent, millions of people would be knocking on my and my mother's door wanting an autograph or something. Ha ha ha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So then are you saying, Kal-El, that you are not strong enough to do away with your enemies?! What kind of Super Man are you?!" I said with a grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If by "Do away" you mean kill, Vegeta, then no, I don't believe in killing my enemies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HA! Then what do you do with them!? Ground them?! Send them to bed with no dinner!? Ha ha ha ha ha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, Vegeta, what I do is place them in a extremely high security prison."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Prison!? Are you serious!? So you're telling me, that after they commit their crimes, you just give them shelter, food, and a bed to sleep in!? You allow them to live!? BAH! Such nonsense!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry you feel that way Vegeta. So were are you from? You say that you're the "Saiyan Prince", I haven't heard of that race."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know so little Kal-El. I am a Saiyan from the planet Vegeta. My father was King of all the Saiyan race. Sadly it was destroyed and only a few of us survived. Out of those that survived, only Kakarot and myself remain alive today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kakarot? Was that the purple haired guy that was with you the other day?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. That was my son, Trunks. Tell me Kal-El, have you children of your own?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, not at the moment. There is Superboy, but he's more of my clone than my son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I've read about Superboy, Supergirl, and that Super mutt from the other Vegeta."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean, there are two of you?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not exactly. He is from another universe, but the same Saiyan blood runs through our veins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A different universe? So you've met him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not personally, no. It's impossible to travel between universes. For now anyway. My wife Bulma and her father are working on a universal traveling machine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hummm, perhaps I can help. Over the years, I have met different races and have collected different pieces of alien technology. I'll bring some over that might prove useful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You hear that, Vegeta?" Bulma said. "And you wanted to beat the crap out of him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I still do, Bulma! Remember, a Saiyan loves a good fight! So how about it Kryptonian? Ready for the pain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell you what Vegeta, I'll stop by in a couple of days with the parts for your wife's project. We can have a sparing match then. But I must warn you, that punch you landed on me the first time we met hardly left a scratch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fool! You have no idea of my true power! Alright then, I will see you then, but if you don't show up, I'm coming after you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fair enough." he said and flew off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to Bulma's project.&lt;br /&gt;We the circuits are being assembled and the frame is being constructed. We are still waiting for Kal-El's alien technology, and if he doesn't show his face here by tomorrow; he's a dead man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19268057-113420805989412326?l=thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113420805989412326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19268057&amp;postID=113420805989412326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113420805989412326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113420805989412326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/2005/12/update-3.html' title='Update # 3'/><author><name>Saiyan Prince Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10555306539569209887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/VegetaInTheLB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057.post-113403558767867635</id><published>2005-12-08T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T01:53:09.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update #2</title><content type='html'>Well, Bulma and my Father in-law home begun to build the prototype of her universe/dimension traveling machine. Bulma says they plan on it being finished by the 13th of this month. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the Kryptonian. I spent all morning yesterday looking for that coward, then just as I was about to return home, I sensed it. His power level. I rushed full speed towards it. When I arrived at the place where he should have been, he was nowhere to be seen. I found myself in a frigid Arctic wasteland. Snow and ice for as far as I could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"COME OUT KRYPTONIAN!!" I demanded, but I got no response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IF YOU WON'T COME OUT, COWARD, I'LL BLAST YOU OUT!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I powered up and launched my Galick Gun attack directly at the spot where I felt his power level the strongest. A huge cloud of steam rose up, and then it was over. His power level was gone.&lt;br /&gt;"What!? That's it!? It can't be this easy!" I thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;I waited and searched and found nothing but a bunch of ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where have you gone Kryptonian!?! ARRRRRRRRRGH! DAMN YOU!!! I'm sick of playing these games!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned home and trained to relieve this frustration. Then, I sensed it again. It was much closer this time. The front door! I rushed toward it, opened it, and grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Kryptonian coward.".......(I'll tell you the rest tomorrow, if I feel like it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19268057-113403558767867635?l=thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113403558767867635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19268057&amp;postID=113403558767867635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113403558767867635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113403558767867635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/2005/12/update-2.html' title='Update #2'/><author><name>Saiyan Prince Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10555306539569209887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/VegetaInTheLB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057.post-113384739135949033</id><published>2005-12-05T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T00:12:36.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update #1</title><content type='html'>Nothing interesting today. Just a quick update on Bulma's project. It seems that my Father in-law, decided to join in on the project and contributed this devise :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/Prototype.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/320/Prototype.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a robotic probe of some sort, and he says it will be used to explore the other universe to see if the conditions are "safe".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah! Ugly looking thing. When and if Bulma's machine is up and running, the only thing going through will be me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19268057-113384739135949033?l=thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113384739135949033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19268057&amp;postID=113384739135949033&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113384739135949033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113384739135949033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/2005/12/update-1.html' title='Update #1'/><author><name>Saiyan Prince Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10555306539569209887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/VegetaInTheLB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057.post-113374571258671118</id><published>2005-12-04T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T17:49:35.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulma's new project.</title><content type='html'>It seems that Bulma has stumbled onto my blog (nosing around, I call it!), and after seeing that there is another universe with another Bulma, Vegeta, Trunks, ect. she has gotten this crazy idea of building some sort of devise that would allow us to travel between universes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you insane woman!? Do you know who expensive that is!!?  You won't be getting any of my money, that's for sure!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Relax Vegeta, I'll just go to my dad and see what spare parts he has lying around the lab. It won't cost you any money. Geez Vegeta, you're such a stingy grouch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well then, that's different. And I'm stingy because I work for my money! All you and Bra do is spend it all on clothes and junk!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah! Whatever! I'll update on any progess Bulma's made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19268057-113374571258671118?l=thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113374571258671118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19268057&amp;postID=113374571258671118&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113374571258671118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113374571258671118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/2005/12/bulmas-new-project.html' title='Bulma&apos;s new project.'/><author><name>Saiyan Prince Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10555306539569209887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/VegetaInTheLB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057.post-113369086609273735</id><published>2005-12-04T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T13:54:50.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kryptonian</title><content type='html'>I saw him. The Kryptonian. This, "Superman" that has been hailed as a hero in the news.&lt;br /&gt;As I said in my last blog, I went to spar with my son Trunks in the country (so as not to be bothered like last time by these stupid humans). Bulma and Bra tagged along, insisting that the scenery out there would make for a great family picnic. We arrived at a wide open field and were about to start, when I sensed a power level approaching. It was like that of Kakarot's, so I assumed it was that clown who had followed us. Yet, as it got closer, Trunks and I noticed the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not Kakarot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/WTF2%21%3F.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/320/WTF2%21%3F.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bulma took this picture, just as the Kryptonian flew past us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trunks!"&lt;br /&gt;"Right Father, let's go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took off after him, and followed him to an average, old looking , barn. He landed behind in the rear of the shack, and when we got there he was gone. Seconds later, some guy in a suit and tie wearing glasses, emerged from the barn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I help you guys? Are you lost?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up on his power level instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My, my, so you are the last son of Krypton. This "Superman" these humans keep talking about. Tell me Kryptonian, why hide yourself with those ridiculous clothes and fake glasses?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I, don't know what you're talking about. If you think I'm Superman, you must be crazy. My name is Clark Kent." He said with a straight look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come now Kryptonian, I can sense you're power level! You aren't fooling anyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, but you must be mistaken. I told you my name's Clark Kent, I'm a newspaper reporter, not Superman. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm late for work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really!? Late for work? Exactly how do you expect to get to work, with no car?! All I see around here is a tractor in the barn. Don't tell me you ride that to work! Now Kryptonian, admit who you really are!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry gentlemen, I hope you find who you're looking for, but I have to run."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no you don't kryptonian, not until you face me like a man and stop hiding beneath that disgui.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Father, let him be. He obviously has a reason for his disguise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to Trunks, "Do not interrupt me Trunks! I know his reason for his disguise; he's afraid. Afraid of my true power!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I got to go, Vegeta was it? I'm sure we'll see each other again." The Kryptonian said, and he began to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sooner than you think, fool!" I exclaimed, as I delivered a strong right hand punch to his face. He was sent flying by the force of my attack, but when he landed, he just got up and dusted himself off...an interesting opponent he will make! He then looked over at me and nodded his head, as if to say, "well done." and took off running toward the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not so fast Kryptoni..."&lt;br /&gt;"Vegeta! That's enough! It's obvious he doesn't want to fight you. Not now anyway, just drop it and let's have our picnic." Bulma pleaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Father, you know who he is. You know his power level now, you can find him later. Let's enjoy this day, since we're all here." said Trunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, Dad. Let's have our picnic. Besides, I thought he was cute. With his suit and those glasses. Sigh." Bra said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT!! You thought he was cute! Bra, you better not go near that Kryptonian! Besides, He looks old enough to be your dad!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph! So at the end of the day, we had our picnic and returned home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Kryptonian, if you're reading this; be prepared to either face me like a man in battle or face up and explain yourself! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19268057-113369086609273735?l=thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113369086609273735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19268057&amp;postID=113369086609273735&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113369086609273735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113369086609273735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/2005/12/kryptonian.html' title='The Kryptonian'/><author><name>Saiyan Prince Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10555306539569209887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/VegetaInTheLB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057.post-113363516229886303</id><published>2005-12-03T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T10:39:34.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such incompetence and disrespect!!</title><content type='html'>No, this time, the title is not referring to Kakarot. It refers to one of my asshat uniformed security guards. As an Undercover security guard, the uniformed security guards are supposed to be under my command, and most of them are; except for one.&lt;br /&gt;This particular guard, chooses to be a total dick to everyone around him. He arrives late for work. He constantly challenges my orders and acts like a smart ass. It makes my want to punch him right in the face!!!!! (but that would kill him) He finds every opportunity that he can to catch me off guard on some type of store procedure or protocol, that I am not yet familiar with, and then proceeds to act like an asshole by commenting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You should of known that Vegeta, right?" with an idiotic smirk on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRRRRRRGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU DISRESPECTFUL IDIOT! I AM VEGETA! PRINCE OF ALL SAIYANS AND YOUR SUPERVISOR!! HOW DARE YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THAT?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right. Ok." he says sarcastically, and returns to his post where he thinks he's quite the ladies man with all of the women that pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, "FIRE HIS ASS!!" right? Well, believe me, I would in a second if I had the authority, but I don't. My boss does, but he has checked out since he's leaving in two weeks for another job. I can only hope that the new boss that comes in, will pick up on that moron's incompetence and disrespect and fire him. I have chosen taken out my frustration on his vehicle. It has so many dents on it, that it resembles a golf ball. Hearing his complaints of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awh shit! Someone dented my car again! Damn it! Who keeps doing that!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brings me some sort of satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to the country to spar with Trunks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19268057-113363516229886303?l=thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113363516229886303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19268057&amp;postID=113363516229886303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113363516229886303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113363516229886303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/2005/12/such-incompetence-and-disrespect.html' title='Such incompetence and disrespect!!'/><author><name>Saiyan Prince Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10555306539569209887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/VegetaInTheLB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057.post-113338989245680158</id><published>2005-11-30T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T14:31:45.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn court date!</title><content type='html'>So I was called to testify in court today for some loser I caught stealing from my store. I had to wake up at six o'clock in the morning to make it on time at eight thirty. I HATE WAKING UP THAT EARLY!!! I usually wake up around eight or so in the morning, but anyway, so I get there on time and the court room is closed. Hmph, ok. So I wait, and wait, and other people gather around the door waiting for it to open. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thirty minutes&lt;/span&gt; go by before they finally open!! Oh no, but that's not the good part, no! I go inside and hand my subpoena to the prosecutor and have a seat. Then she comes back and tells me, "We should have told you sooner, but the guy pleaded guilty. You can go."&lt;br /&gt;....WHAT THE FUCK!? They couldn't have called me like days before and let me know!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I come back home expecting to get some rest, since it's my day off, when all of a sudden this loud ass rap music starts blasting through my house!! At first I think it's Trunks again listening to that crap, but then I remembered that he works today. So I go down stairs and realize that the music is coming from next door.&lt;br /&gt;I then walk over to their house and knock on the door. A minute later some punk kid opens the door and ask,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, what do you want!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you turn that music down?" I ask him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What!? Oh, you're tha guy from next door, huh? Vege or something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's Vegeta, and yes I'm the guy from next door! I'm trying to get some sleep and your music is keeping me up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, ok. Sure dawg, I'll turn it down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to my house and upstairs to my bed room, thinking the problem's solved. Two minutes later, the music starts up again!! FUCK! So I go back down and next door and knock. The same kid answers again, laughing and giggling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh hey, man. Sorry about the music, it not my fault, my friend was the one who turn it up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are your parents home??" I ask him, grinding my teeth while trying to remain calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Naw man, they at work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, well when will they be back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know. Later. We'll keep the music low though."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, you do that." I replied and headed back to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reach my bedroom and lye down on my bed when I hear their music again. I rush to their door and pound on it. The same punk kid answers, giggling and laughing again like the IDIOT he is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha, hey, really it wasn't me, my friend just wants to listen to his new CD full blast, you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AND I WANT TO GET SOME SLEEP SO KNOCK IT OFF OR I'LL TURN IT OFF FOR YOU, GOT IT!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey man, relax! It won't happen again, really!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then hear his friend yell, "Man, tell his punk ass to shut the hell up and go home! It's your property, you can do what you want!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to myself, "No. NO WAY IN HELL DID THAT SCRONY LITTLE PUNK JUST SAY THAT TO ME!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then pick up the kid at the door by his shirt and make my way inside his house. He starts saying stuff like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey homie hold up! You can't be coming in here like that! Put me down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make my way to his friend who is at the stereo, ready to turn the volume up again, and grab him by the front of his shirt and pick him up so that I'm face to face with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What was that now!? You want me to "Shut the hell up!?" Huh!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nnnn, no man, no. I don't say that. Put me down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then tossed both of them on the couch, turned to their stereo, and punched a hole right through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HA! Enjoy your music now, you little punks." I said with a grin on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back home and slept for three hours peacefully, but I'm up now and I don't know what to do. I think I might play some KoRn or Metallica full volume on MY home stereo system.... &gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19268057-113338989245680158?l=thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113338989245680158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19268057&amp;postID=113338989245680158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113338989245680158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113338989245680158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/2005/11/damn-court-date.html' title='Damn court date!'/><author><name>Saiyan Prince Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10555306539569209887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/VegetaInTheLB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057.post-113320771190437733</id><published>2005-11-28T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T21:09:17.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparing at the park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/1600/parkphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/151/1904/200/parkphoto.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kakarot and I were sparing yesterday at a nearby park. I was releasing my frustration and anger from the past few days on Kakarot with each strike from my fists. Then a small crowd started gathering, which gradually grew bigger and bigger. Then, just as Kakarot went crashing into the ground from an elbow to his rib cage which I delivered, I heard some woman yell, "Oh my god!! Someone call the paramedic, quick!" That sent all of the idiots that were watching us into panic mode, ofcouse. Everyone started saying stuff like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh shit dude! Did you see that!?"&lt;br /&gt;"Daaaaaaaaaamn!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, call the police too!"&lt;br /&gt;"Is that guy alright!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakarot got up and tried to assure them that he was fine and they needed to calm down, but it was too late. The police arrived, followed by the paramedics, followed by some news van. The paramedics kept trying to tell Kakarot that he needed to lye down and remain still because of his possible injuries. HA! If Kakarot was injured after that little fall, then he's a weaker clown than I thought he was! Then, the police had the guts to tell me to get on the ground and that I was under arrest!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?! You must be joking!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GET ON THE GROUND, NOW!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't make us taze you! GET DOWN NOW!!"&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wanted to blast them all away with my Galick Gun Attack so badly!! Instead, I tried to calm down and walk up to them to explain everything. I took one step, then I heard, "STOP RIGHT THERE! COME ANY CLOSER AND WE'll HAVE TO TAZE YOU, NOW GET ON THE GROUND!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Idiots! I am Ve.." the bastards didn't even let me tell them who I was, when they shot these small hooks with wires attached to them at me!!! I felt a slight jolt of electricity surge through out my body.&lt;br /&gt;I snaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You morons want to play!? Fine by me! LET'S PLAY!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into my Super Saiyn 4 form and rushed at them, ready to strike them down, one by one. I saw thier terrified and confused look on thier faces. The crowd that had gathered, fled in fear, yelling and screaming. I was about to attack the first officer, when Kakarot appeared infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop Vegeta!! It's not thier fault! They don't understand!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to addmit it,...but Kakarot was right. It's just like humans to panic at things they don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bah! Fine Kakarot, get us out of here then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakarot did his Instant Transmission trick and transported us to my house. Having seen everything on the local news channel, Bulma rushed out of the house and started complaining:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told you so Vegeta!"&lt;br /&gt;"What did you expect would happen, you were fighting in a public park!"&lt;br /&gt;"It's natural for people to freak out when they see a guy CRASH DOWN FROM THE SKY after he's been hit by another guy who's FLYING above them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leave me alone, Bulma! I've had enough people piss me off today! " I told her as I entered the gym and shut the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's plan: work out all day, BY MYSELF!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19268057-113320771190437733?l=thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113320771190437733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19268057&amp;postID=113320771190437733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113320771190437733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113320771190437733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/2005/11/sparing-at-park.html' title='Sparing at the park'/><author><name>Saiyan Prince Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10555306539569209887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/VegetaInTheLB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057.post-113312642426914381</id><published>2005-11-27T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T13:24:58.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Thanksgiving day sales</title><content type='html'>I hate working on the two days after Thanksgiving! You people come by the hundreds to the stores in hopes to getting "deals" on name brand products, when you get deals on less popular products like Apex, Astar, and Syntax. Then keeping an eye on all of you to make sure you don't steal something is a pain! I caught five people trying to get away with CDs, DVDs, and other items, but some A-hole took advantage of the fact that I was on my lunch break, and took two MP3 players! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Arrrrrgh!&lt;/span&gt; The only loss so far, but still!&lt;br /&gt;I need to beat someone to a bloody pulp...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;think it's time for another sparing session with Kakarot!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19268057-113312642426914381?l=thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113312642426914381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19268057&amp;postID=113312642426914381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113312642426914381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113312642426914381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/2005/11/after-thanksgiving-day-sales.html' title='After Thanksgiving day sales'/><author><name>Saiyan Prince Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10555306539569209887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/VegetaInTheLB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19268057.post-113289553805663632</id><published>2005-11-24T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T21:12:32.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmph! So today was this event called "Thanksgiving" and a co-worker of mine (Jessie) invited me and my family over for a Thanksgiving feast at his parent's house. So My daughter bra, wife Bulma, son trunks, and myself showed up around five in the afternoon. We brought a pumpkin pie and a ham. Anyway, the night went on and things were going fine, when I get a call from that clown Kakarot.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Vegeta! Where are you? I went to your house and no one was there."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/goku_eating.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/goku_eating.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the fool where we were, and as soon as metion "feast" he teleports infront of me! He then began to helpping himself to the everything on the dinner table and slopped it down, as usual!&lt;br /&gt;I looked over at Jess and he had this "Oh my god!" look on his face. I then yelled at Kakarot and all he replied was, "What!?" with this stupid look on his face. I had take everyone (except that idiot Kakarot!) out to eat at a local restaurant. BAH! Such an embaressing afternoon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19268057-113289553805663632?l=thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113289553805663632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19268057&amp;postID=113289553805663632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113289553805663632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19268057/posts/default/113289553805663632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestrongestonearth.blogspot.com/2005/11/hmmph-so-today-was-this-event-called.html' title=''/><author><name>Saiyan Prince Vegeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10555306539569209887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/FBird/VegetaInTheLB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
