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Vegeta collapsed onto his bed. He didn't have the energy to roll over or to
even lift his head. His body ached everywhere, sucking him into sleep. He
didn't notice the timid head look in the doorway, or hear her sigh to
herself.
Next morning
Dragging himself out of bed, he looked at the alarm clock blearily, rubbing
his eyes. "Siiiiix o'clooock," he groaned. "Perfect time for training." He
wasn't that eager, though. Stumbling down the steps, he made it to the
gravity room. He studied it thoughtfully. "How far can I go," he wondered,
"till my body gives out? it's worth a shot. Super Saiyan, here I come!"
Pressing the buttons, his body was suddenly tense and excited, ready to
fight. The digits rose, coming to a stop on 550. "That should be adequate,"
he thought. He flew up, immediately punching and kicking at an invisible android, taking out his anger, delighting in the burn.
Bulma looked out the window. It was winter already, and the snowflakes were
drifting down, swirling through the air, dancing a invisible dance. She
stretched, and got up from her bed. As she moved to go to her closet, she
caught a glance at a picture frame on her desk. "Yamcha...." she thought.
It seemed like there was an ache in her heart that he could not fill. She
loved him because he was tough, and rowdy, and always fun, but lately, it
hadn't been the same. He was changed, different, but she couldn't put a
finger on it. She didn't love him anymore. She gently touched the
photograph, then turned it face down. Until she sort out her emotions, she
didn't want to have to look at his trusting face.
Breathing heavily, Vegeta collapsed on the floor. Sweat trickled down his nose, then fell to the ground below. "Kuso, Kakkarotto! You're in for it!" he swore, as he crawled to the door.
Bulma turned around from inside her lab. "What in the world is that?" she wondered. "Is it…. Vegeta?!" Running out, she knelt down beside him. "Vegeta, you're going to kill yourself that way! You shouldn't train so intensively!" From up close, she could see all the muscles on his back… and all the scars. Her eyes widened. "I guess that gravity machine is taking effect, after all!" she admired.
He blushed inside, warm with her compliment, but he wore a scowl (but not
without red-tinged cheeks!). "Woman, I can take care of myself. I don't need
any stupid chik-yuus to help me, the Saiyan no Ouji."
"Oh, I forgot your royal pride." Bulma glared at him. Her gaze softened.
"Follow me." As he moved to protest, she shot another glare at
him.
"Shimatta! What a person has to put up with around here..."
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I know it's short. But heck, if you like it, or if you just want to see how
it turns out, review and I'll put out more chapters. This is worn out, but I
never tire of reading these, although yall might! So give me your opinion, and don't hesitate to point out names you dislike (terms of affection ^_^ and such), worn out topics, ideas for next chapter, and so on. But a little encouragement…. n_n