“Episode 32”

Bulma: Hey, Yamcha!

Bulma: Thanks for coming by and picking up the rest of your stuff.

Yamcha: Hey, no problem!

Yamcha: I mean... didn't have to, y'know... throw out most of it...

Bulma: Eh, you were dead and it was taking up space.

Oolong: Much like your corpse.

Yamcha: Ha ha! Ah... where did you bury me anyway?

Bulma: Bury?

Oolong: So, Bulma, how's the single life treating you?

Bulma: It's been nice actually, had a dream about Vegeta last night--

Yamcha: You slut!

Bulma: We were walking in a park!

Yamcha: You slut!

Bulma: OK, first off, we're not even dating!

Bulma: Second of all, I don't even like him.

Bulma: Third, he's probably running out of fuel soon, so God knows if he'll ever make it back here.

Vegeta: I'M BACK, BITCHES!

Panchy: Sweetie, roll out the cot! I think we have a visitor!

Dr. Briefs: Is he colored?!

Panchy: I'm not sure, I never open my eyes!

Yamcha: Hey, you've got a lot of nerve coming back here!

Vegeta: Oh, a valet. Neat. I'm not tipping.

Yamcha: Don't you remember who I am?! We fought when you landed on Earth!

Vegeta: No, I fought Kakarot. *Nappa* fought everyone else.

Vegeta: Well, except for that one scrub who got killed by a Saiba--

Vegeta: Hahaha! Ahahahahaha! AHAHAHAHAhahaha!

Yamcha: Oh, yeah?! I dare you to come over here and laugh at me!

Vegeta: Ha... ha... ha.

Yamcha: Yeah, see, now we can laugh together?

Bulma: OK, seriously, we have enough to clean up without a pool of Yamcha's urine.

Bulma: You, come with me.

Vegeta: What? Why?

Bulma: Because you need a shower! I could smell you from East City.

Vegeta: (Grumbling)... Pacific Ci-- smell you from East City... (grumbling)

Yamcha: 'Yeah, you better run...'

Bulma: Hey, I'm setting out some new clothes for you, and I'm gonna wash your armor!

Vegeta: Fine, but be careful! Those are dry clean only!

Bulma: Whatever.

Vegeta: No, seriously, they lose their elasticity!

Vegeta: ...Hello?

Krillin: So... Vegeta's living here now?

Krillin: That's neat.

Yamcha: The man single-handedly responsible for murdering most of the entire gang is taking a shower in the other room.

Yamcha: "Neat" is not the first word that comes to mind.

Bulma: OK, so I just got a look at Vegeta's ass, and besides being surprisingly nice, he's got this weird hole.

Yamcha: Uh, yeah, even boys have those, Bulma.

Bulma: No, you idiot! I mean a hole *above* that one!

Yamcha: ...You mean he's a chick??

Vegeta: Earth-woman! Where's the cleansing powder?

Bulma: We don't have that here, we have soap!

Vegeta: The hell is "soap"?

Bulma: It's that yellow block there made of animal fat!

Vegeta: That sounds *awesome*!

Vegeta: Blah! This tastes nothing like what you just said!

Yamcha: OK, I change my mind, this *is* pretty neat.

Vegeta: Is that the beta male?!

Bulma: No! Krillin just got here!

Vegeta: Oh *God*, they're *breeding*!

Vegeta: I swear, the only thing I hate more than weaklings, is the color pink!

Vegeta: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!

King Cold: There it is...

King Cold: The home of the brute who dared lay hands on my darling little angel.

Freeza: Yes, Daddy.

King Cold: What a pretty little blue pearl it is.

King Cold: What was it called? "Ee-arth"?

Freeza: Actually, it's pronounced "Earth", Daddy-Daddy-Daddy-Daddy.

King Cold: Really? But there's an "A" in it.

King Cold: I'm just going to keep calling it Ee-arth.

Freeza: It doesn't really matter anyway. Soon, it'll have a brand new name...

Freeza: *Vacant Lot*!

Vegeta: Son of a BITCH!

Yamcha: What, still ticked off about the shirt?

Vegeta: No, I'm-- well, yes actually, I'm absolutely livid. But that's not the point!

Vegeta: That idiot Kakarot *failed*! Freeza's *still alive*!

Tien: Chiaotzu... do you feel that?

Tien: There are two enormous power levels approaching the planet.

Chiaotzu: Yeah, see, last time this happened... I blew myself up.

Tien: Yeah, I was gonna ask you to hold off on that this time.

Piccolo: RAAAAAAAAAaargh!

Nail: 'See, now we just have to carve out an area and then we'll start building the hi--eyyy, do you feel that?'

Piccolo: Freeza?! NOOOOOOOOOooooo!!

Nail: 'OK, I'm right here! Please stop yelling!'

Krillin: Oh God, Gohan! It's him it's him it's him it's him it's him it's him it's him it's him it's him it's him it's him it's him!

Gohan: Krillin, calm down! Now are you sure it's him?

Krillin: Gohan, once you've had a man inside of you... you know when he's coming.

Gohan: Mom! Where's my Saiyan suit?!

Vegeta: Woman! Where is my Saiyan suit?!

Chi-Chi: It's under your bed!

Gohan: Thank you!

Bulma: It's in the wash!

Vegeta: You bitch!

Vegeta: Alright, judging by how quickly his power level is closing in, he should be here in about--

Yamcha: Hey, so I need to talk to you about Bulma!

Vegeta: You cannot be serious!

Yamcha: Look, we're not dating anymore, but still, she's a really close friend and--

Vegeta: You are actually doing this right now.

Bulma: Hey, guys!

Vegeta: Oh, great! And she's here too!

Vegeta: Why don't all you idiots just start showing up?!

Krillin: Hey, Vegeta!

Vegeta: I was f*cking *kidding*!

Yamcha: Tenshinhan! Chiaotzu!

Tien: Huh, looks like we got here in time.

Tien: Oh hey... Vegeta.

Vegeta: What?

Tien: Nice shirt.

Vegeta: And there it is!

Vegeta: Now all we need is the Namekian and we'll have the whole potpourri of pathetic.

Piccolo: Uh, been here the whole time, actually.

Vegeta: Oh, what do you want? A medal?

Piccolo: ...Nice shirt.

Vegeta: Kiss my ass, green man.

Piccolo: Yeah, it's the kind of shirt that really screams--

Piccolo: HUH...!

Piccolo: HE'S COMING!

Krillin: He's landing over there!

Piccolo: Wait, now he's pulling back.

Krillin: No, now he's-- Going back that way...

Krillin: What's he doing?

Freeza: Daddy, we can park anywhere we want!

King Cold: Now, son, if this is anything like that jockstrap incident, we don't want to get boxed in.

Krillin: So has anyone else noticed that there are *two* power levels around the same strength on that ship?

Vegeta: Yeah, it's probably his dad.

Yamcha: He has a father?!

Piccolo: Makes sense. Everyone has a dad.

Piccolo: ...'Ceeept me.

Vegeta: Ha! Your dad's dead!

Piccolo: So's yours!

Vegeta: HA!

Gohan: So, essentially, we have two opponents of equal strength that my father could only beat after fulfilling an ancient alien prophecy.

Gohan: Does anyone in particular know exactly what we're doing here besides trying not to lose it?!

Yamcha: Guys, we are so screwed! I don't know what we're gonna do! I mean this is completely crazy! Why did I come here again?! We're going to die!

Yamcha: I'm gonna die again! I don't wanna die again! Dying once is bad enough! Oh go-ha-hah!

Krillin: You know, if he weren't doing it... I would.

Vegeta: We don't need Kakarot or anyone else.

Vegeta: You have enough badass Saiyan on your team as it is.

Vegeta: Now if you'll excuse me, you all can just sit on your hands while I go up there and take care of business.

Gohan: Or - maybe we could hide our power levels, sneak closer to them, survey the situation from up close, and, perhaps, catch them by surprise?

Vegeta: Y'all are bitches.

King Cold: Well, son, is this what you were expecting?

Freeza: My God, this is droll.

Freeza: We're so far out in the space sti-ti-ti-ticks, there's not even a space Radioshack, much less a space Best Buy-Buy-Buy-Buy--

Freeza: Circuit City.

King Cold: Are you alright?

Freeza: Yes, Daddy, just processing.

King Cold: And wouldn't you know it, no place to buy more RAM!

Freeza: But I won't lie, Daddy. I'm absolutely ecstatic.

Freeza: When that filthy monkey arrives back on the planet, he'll return not to the smiling faces of his dear friends and family...

Freeza: but a Total. Unadulterated. *Genocide*!

Freeza: Speaking of which... Soldiers! The scavenger hunt will proceed as such:

Freeza: * Normal human heads are worth one point. * Namekian heads are worth twenty. * Filthy half-Saiyan brats, fifty!

Freeza: And if you find any miserable, odious, insubordinate, full-blooded monkey garbage...

Freeza: you win!

Freeza: Well, off you go!

Mooks: Yes, sir!

Mook: So... how many points are those?

Yamcha: Oh my God guys, I don't know what we're gonna do here, I- I mean I can't do anything! This is completely insane! I- ike- I'm talking completely, and totally, out of your mind insane! I mean look at thi- look at those guys! I mean I can't see them but I can know they're there! And that's bad enough! I-I-do-Oh-ger- there it goes, there goes my pants- I can't believe! My pants are-- moist now! I mea- no, no no, I'm a man, I'm a ma- OH GOD I'M NOT A MAN ANYMORE WHAT DOES IT MATTER IF I'M A MAN- A WOMAN- A MONKEY! Ehuh! I'm talking nonsense right now...