Vegeta-san seems reeeally sensitive about the wrinkles in his forehead. [The mischievous smile stayed on his lips as he closed his eye again, relaxing back into the water. He could feel the ripples from the wooden bucket as it floated lazily on the surface, as well as the ones bouncing back from Cliff at his side. It was relaxing, more relaxing than anything he'd done in a long time.]

Maybe he should come here - it could help him stop being so angry. Both of them, actually, but probably not at the same time. They'd probably fight.