He was normally so harsh and cold. His words stinging almost as much as that signature glare of his, always finding something to throw a fit about - no matter how small. He would start fights, arguments for seemingly no reason. He would never admit he was wrong, no, he was arrogant and prideful; the prince of all saiyans didn't back down and never made a mistake. That was just the way it was, what you and everyone else had grown used to. You had actually started to like his bad attitude; you felt it made him who he was as a person and close friend of yours.
          Though, recently, he seemed...off. Like something wasn't quite right, and it was noticeable. At first, it was blamed on the messy divorce - and that made sense: dealing with an unfaithful wife, who then treated you like trash until she left you taking the kids with her in the process put a dark perspective on life for some time after. That was to be expected, as it was considered normal. So no one worried too much about him, or the situation.
          That is, until they stopped hearing from him. Stopped seeing him. It was almost as if he had disappeared, no one knowing just where he had gone or where he resided. He had cut off all contact with you along with the rest of the Z Fighters, and that wouldn't have been so concerning if he hadn't lowered his power level so his energy and location couldn't be sensed out. He was just...gone. And for some time, too. There were a few instances - rarely occurring, where you swore you could feel his energy; only for it do dissolve seconds later.

          Most forgot about him completely, some not even remembering his name - or never having cared to learn it, no matter how many times he said it. And, with time, so did you. Of course, there were always one or two moments in life where you thought of him and what could have happened. Where he could have gone. He was a friend, someone you trusted and frankly enjoyed to spend time with, and you figured that even after his divorce he would still stick around just for the challenge of battle if nothing else. But that wasn't the way it was. He had left almost immediately, and he definitely didn't keep in touch.
          Then, about a year or so later, you got a letter in the mail. It was very formal, wordy even. You weren't the most intelligent individual, having the vocabulary of a fourth-grader at the most, and the letter was clearly written by someone far more advanced in writing - and with words - than you. Though, despite the astounding vocabulary of the paper message, you managed to figure out the point: it was an announcement, of sorts, stating that he was reaching out to see how you and the others were doing. It went on to say that he had been living not too far, and he had been dealing with some - as the not put it - personal demons that needed to be dealt with before he saw you and the gang again. It listed his new address, and under the numbers was what seemed to be an invitation to a house party welcoming them to his home.
          It was odd, yet strangely comforting. He was alive, and doing well for that matter. Odd because he was inviting you into his home, and last time you checked he didn't particularly like you. Though, the letter did say he had changed - and that it was for the better. So, perhaps it was worth going to the party, at least just to see him again?
          Of course it was worth it! If he was a friend in the past, then he could be a friend now. On top of that, he was the strongest sparring partner you had ever had, and him disappearing did put a halt on your training. So going to this party of sorts might give you a chance to ask him about that. It was settled: on the date specified, you would find the address and go to that house party.

          Vegeta's house party.