Super Dragon Ball: Paradise Hysteria

All Is Well On Planet Vegeta

"Hey, I know it's a silly question but... Do you Saiyans have books?" Krillin pondered after approaching a guard that's been standing outside their room.

"Books?" the armored soldier turned his head to the side like a curious puppy. It was tough to say if he was sneering or genuinely baffled by the word since the helmet the soldier wore obstructed more than half of his face.

"You know, something to record information to recount it later?" Yamcha tried a generalization. "You guys can't be keeping your history recorded and passed by word of mouth, right?"

"Oh, records? Yeah, we've got something like that. We can show them to you if you'd like, Earthlings," the soldier relaxed and slumped his shoulders down a little after realizing how insignificant the request of the guests he watched over was.

"Heh, that smells like half a million to me. Man, losing out on a wedding and half 'a million Zeni, today just isn't your day, Yamcha!" Krillin rubbed the bottom of his nose, looking mighty proud of himself and picking the right position.

"Don't jump the gun yet. What they mean might not quite be books yet," Yamcha waved it off with a bitter look on his face. "If it's not written information being passed down to other people and some military report type deal–you still owe me half a million, right?"

"Fine, fine..." Krillin waved it off. "But it's smelling like a sour loser to me..."

The two soldiers walked out in front, guiding the two Earthling martial artists into a fully cybernetic and drowned in the shade room. With more focus to one's glint, one could make out lights turning on and going out once in a while in the upper layers of the room, spanning nearly a dozen floors up. Upon registering an entry into the chamber, the computer lit up and its activity illuminated the entire hi-tech chamber. Krillin and Yamcha gasped and gawked at the sight of plated floors and a complex computer system that spanned all twelve floors up.

"Greetings, this is the Archive Library of Records of Planet Vegeta. It is now Age 777, the 23rd of March, the Day of Vegeta II. Planet Vegeta is in the space sector 267 of the South Galaxy. The orbital period is the usual 737 Pax. The current Keplerian Ratio is 1,27. The radius of Planet Vegeta is 6673 km. The current day length is 2294,4 metro-ticks, and the atmospheric pressure is 0,67 atmospheres. The current average temperature outside is 24 degrees and the current surface gravity is 18.0 Gs. According to the three-month-old record of the nearest space station, the current population of Planet Vegeta is 0. Thank you for listening to the start-up debriefing. The archive has now booted up and you may proceed to your inquiry," a mechanized, feminine voice read out in a bored tone, slowly escalating in excitement until transitioning into cheer when the cybernetic library fully booted up.

"Man, I'm beginning to believe that maybe I'll actually end up owing you the money..." Krillin scratched the back of his neck. "This sounds more like a record archive than a library."

"Hey, what kind of services can we get here? Do you just offer boring atmospheric stat stuff or do you have some sort of electronic library thing going on here too?" Yamcha asked the machine directly, figuring he may have known how this whole thing worked after listening to it briefly.

"The Archive Library of Records can provide you with whatever stats you require. Be advised that some stats might require additional verification. The most technical planetary statistics might require verification of scientific division approval and personal data on any inhabitant of Planet Vegeta might require authorization from Regent Paragus," the archive muttered. "Also, please be advised that the Archive still uses the old and outdated weekday labeling method. That is only until the new administration of Planet Vegeta provides the Archive with an alternative, so do not take it as official and usable in any official documentation."