Vegeta frowns, flipping the pliers over in his hand. He grabs a hold of the handles, one in each hand, and makes a show of opening and closing the pliers, watching intently as if the simple motion of the tool is the most fascinating thing he's seen in a long time — or maybe he just expects it to do something other than that.

"These are broken."

You don't even know what that is, Vegeta. Don't declare things you don't understand broke.