Post by Vi-Poi on Jul 4, 2017 21:30:51 GMT
“Ay ah, hope that you can vote fa me in Novembah. My wife Zoocheddah wants to redecorate the King’s Office and ay ah, was hopin to line my brotha Bing up with a jahb.”
“What?” The man on the other line startled. “Who is this?”
Vi-Poi slapped the phone down on its hook and sighed. He’d been making prank calls from King’s Castle all morning long. Here he was, fiddling with the trappings of the presidency while the whole galaxy got sucked down into the nth level of Hell. The contacts he’d gotten Tekuma to place in the Arcosian Empire reported violent exchanges and switchbacks from the Mazoku Dominion and the Solar Saiyans.
He twiddled his thumbs, leaning back in the soft red King’s Seat as he pondered things. Lord Xylo and Ouroboros were the real threat, that was still clear. But he felt betrayed by the Saiyans, who were putting all their resources into snatching up the remains of the fallen Arcosian Empire rather than committing to a direct war with the Dominion.
Vi-Poi pressed a button on his desk phone. “Pasti, hold my calls. I’m going out for a while.”
“Sure thing, boss.”
“How does uh, Hawdawg of the Universe sound?”
“What?”
“Nothing.” Vi-Poi stood from his chair and threw his Blowhard Paozuard shirt over his underarmor. He fixed his Bombers cap carefully on his head, the bill pointed to one side. On silent hinges, the window to his office swung open. A warm summertime breeze ruffled him. “Call Ornion and tell him that I’ll need him to pod up and follow me. I’ll leave the telemetry behind. Also, can you make sure that OXHEAD is ready for prime time?”
“Are you… are you going to fight somebody, boss?”
“A lot of people,” Vi-Poi agreed, stepping up to the ledge. “Tell the Army to hold down the fort until I'm back."
(EXITing Earth, on the way to planet Vegeta t-minus 8 hours!)
“What?” The man on the other line startled. “Who is this?”
Vi-Poi slapped the phone down on its hook and sighed. He’d been making prank calls from King’s Castle all morning long. Here he was, fiddling with the trappings of the presidency while the whole galaxy got sucked down into the nth level of Hell. The contacts he’d gotten Tekuma to place in the Arcosian Empire reported violent exchanges and switchbacks from the Mazoku Dominion and the Solar Saiyans.
He twiddled his thumbs, leaning back in the soft red King’s Seat as he pondered things. Lord Xylo and Ouroboros were the real threat, that was still clear. But he felt betrayed by the Saiyans, who were putting all their resources into snatching up the remains of the fallen Arcosian Empire rather than committing to a direct war with the Dominion.
Vi-Poi pressed a button on his desk phone. “Pasti, hold my calls. I’m going out for a while.”
“Sure thing, boss.”
“How does uh, Hawdawg of the Universe sound?”
“What?”
“Nothing.” Vi-Poi stood from his chair and threw his Blowhard Paozuard shirt over his underarmor. He fixed his Bombers cap carefully on his head, the bill pointed to one side. On silent hinges, the window to his office swung open. A warm summertime breeze ruffled him. “Call Ornion and tell him that I’ll need him to pod up and follow me. I’ll leave the telemetry behind. Also, can you make sure that OXHEAD is ready for prime time?”
“Are you… are you going to fight somebody, boss?”
“A lot of people,” Vi-Poi agreed, stepping up to the ledge. “Tell the Army to hold down the fort until I'm back."
(EXITing Earth, on the way to planet Vegeta t-minus 8 hours!)