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Vegeta the Fourth, crowned Prince of all Saiyans, had slept in a variety of different places throughout his life. He had slept in royal chambers, military barracks, space pods, and monster-infested caves. There were even times when he slept beneath an open sky with nothing to cover him but the clothes on his back and the tail around his waist.
But it occurred to the Saiyan prince at that moment in time, that he had never actually slept in a “bedroom” before.
He looked about the room studiously, surveying every item and space as though it were an opponent about to strike.
The room was a decent size. It certainly was not the largest room he had slept in, but it would satisfactorily meet his needs. The small, rectangular windows were adorned with printed fabrics that were pulled aside to allow the sunlight to flood the room with glowing warmth. A large, polished, wooden receptacle of sorts was on one side of the room. On top, there was a painted vase holding a colorful bounty of the local flora while paintings of a tedious style were nailed in different arrangments into the wall.
There was a metal box with a glass screen and buttons sitting on a small table against the wall. Curiously, the prince walked up to the contraption and pressed the red button. In a blink, the contraption powered on and the glass screen flashed a bespectacled man reporting on the future state of the area’s atmospheric pressure changes.
He pressed the red button again and the glass screen ceased its flashing.
How quaint , he thought haughtily to himself with another look about the bedroom. And dull .
The prince noticed the bed. By all appearances, it seemed to be clean and neatly prepared. The coverlet was soft and cushiony, the pillows plump and fluffed. He caught the subtle aroma of soap and cloth in the air.
Sit , something inside his head demanded. He obeyed.
The mattress squeaked very lightly under his weight as he sat himself down with both arms crossed over his chest.
Lie down , demanded the voice.
The prince looked up.
He closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, and sat in the silence for ten whole seconds.
Another thought just occurred to him. This was the first time in a long while where he had found utter and complete silence. No mechanical whirs or hums of interstellar machinery filling his ears, no distant battle cries with the moaning of the dying nearby, no grunting and moaning of sleeping soldiers, no roar of explosions or destruction. Just quiet.
The prince slowly removed his gloves. Pressing his finger into the small hole of his chest plate, he rubbed the newly scarred flesh where a single energy blast ended his life less than a day ago. As his mind raced through all the events on Namek and on Earth, he took another deep breath and realized he was exhausted.
Lie down , the voice said again.
He finally relented and lowered himself down onto the blankets and pillows with both hands clasped together behind his head. As he stared at the ceiling above him, he could feel his eyelids getting heavier and his thoughts becoming blurry.
Within seconds, the Saiyan prince was asleep.