My muse begins to doze off while yours is talking to them. Send “Hey, are you even listening?” for my muse’s reaction to yours saying that to them as they’re dozing.

Ha! Now that’s a good one.

“I certainly wouldn’t go blabbing about it to everyone I met!” 

Had he been in Vegeta’s shoes, he’d have done so much differently. He’d have fought to reclaim his lost race’s pride, drove himself harder than anyone to reascend his place in the galaxy. He wouldn't have dared relegate himself to some lackey, and if he did, it would only be to bide his time.  

He’d forge strong allies, make few enemies, and when the time came, pull a duplicitous turn heel and slaughter everyone that’d ever looked at him funny.

Or so he tells himself...

But what’s power without spirit. A coward’s soul is an unsuitable pilot for a vessel of strength and might. What is arrogance and ego with no ambition present? What good is a blood line and lineage if who follows next is unsuited for either claims of royalty or claims of respect? 

A devastating backhand sends the gift askew. 

Padraig had been asked by Bulma to do a favor. Ever since Beerus visit to Earth, she has been tinkering with a few gadgets and even a old Saiyan scouter she had and she found that it could trace other Saiyan scouters and tech and she was surprised that the scouter was leading to a location on Earth. She asked him to do it as Goku and Vegeta were training with Whis and everyone else was busy.

He flew around following the directions on the scouter and it led to a cave. He entered it and it led deep underground. He came across some kind of base and the scouter confirmed it was all Saiyan tech.

“Does that mean...another Saiyan has been living on Earth in secret?” He wondered to himself in worry. Did they just get here or have been in hiding for years? How strong were they? How many? Are they like Goku and Vegeta or the ruthless Saiyan’s of old? All these questions rushed to mind. He needed to get back and let Bulma knew what he found.