A/N:
Hi! Please be nice (I'm pretty sure you know that, but I wanted to write it down anyway). I do not have anything against comments, I actually want them (A LOT) and you are welcome to say something if I'm doing something wrong, English is my second language and I'm….. young. So that might explain if I have bad grammar, though I hope I haven't :/. I will try my best to update often enough, but ya know school, homework…laziness *he he*. But I'll try.

Rating: M (for cussing and maybe something else… This may be too high though…)

DISCLAMER:
I do not own Dragon Ball or anything connected to it. And I do not get money for this.

Hope ya'll like the story:P

*It's Complicated*

A lot had happened in the past few days and more would happen, but would they be good?. Everything had been going so well, until it didn't. That green bug just had to come and ruin everything! And that stupid baka didn't help either. Once again had he surpassed him, the almighty saiyan prince! He was always one fucking step before him, no matter what or how much he trained. Just the thought of it made him want to destroy something, but he didn't have time for that now. He had to train, he had to become stronger. He forced his eyes open and took a deep breath of the hot dry air, while forcing his worn out body to get up from the bed. He picked up his navy blue spandex suit from the stone floor. Lost in his thoughts went he through his routine, that had been created throughout the last months in this god forsaken chamber. He didn't have much time left, only a little more than two months. On the way out he went past a mirror, he stopped for a second, watching himself. His black hair stood right up, defying gravity, in pointy spikes. He looked worn out, his tanned skin looked pale even though it wasn't. He had bags under his eyes from the loss of sleep and his eyes were blank, hiding any type of emotion he felt and his face was like his eyes; a flawless poker face.

The short man called Vegeta walked silently out of the only building in that dimension and slowly made his way away from the palace. When the building was merely a dot in the distance did he stop and then turned around, facing the palace. Then he started to stretch his sore body. Even though he hadn't started his training yet he was still covered in sweat. It was hotter in this dimension and the gravity was stronger. But the gravity was not any problem for Vegeta, this was a piece of cake, he trained every day with the strongest gravity he could manage and that should say a lot. The only man in this dimension quit his stretching and stood up. Then he entered a familiar fighting pose and starting to punch at an invisible foe and in his mind the person's face was no others than that disgusting green bug. With time the man called Vegeta moved faster, and faster. Until there was only a black and blue blur here and there. Suddenly he stopped he stood perfectly still looking downwards. Then a suddenly roar was heard, it came from no other than the saiyan prince. The ground started to shake because of all the energy that streamed out of the prince. Black changed to gold and the prince once again started to fight against the imaginary foe. But now he was faster and stronger. He felt like nothing could ever beat him, but still someone had. And it filled the prince with anger, which he fueled into even more power. Swishing sounds were heard and sometimes an animalistic sound, which resembled a roar and went past and Vegeta followed the exact same procedure as every other day, with only one exception; he got stronger. He could feel it in his body, the next day it would be able to handle just a little more and it continued like that as long as he trained. He liked- no loved that feeling. That was one reason for his never ending training, but not the only one.

Next week was the date off his departure from this weird white place. Then he would have a couple of more days to train in the GR before the tournament started. It should suffice, but still he knew that he shouldn't underestimate that green bug. Celle was strong, but he wanted to be stronger. But had he trained hard enough? Would he be able to beat him? Someone would, if not one from the Z-gang then maybe someone else, no if they didn't beat him there would only be one thing left; time. Celle would die in time, but that didn't help him. He wanted to live, so there was only him and the other idiots. And maybe they would win, and then what? Vegeta knew very well that after that he would have to beat the baka, for his pride. But was it worth it? He was the second strongest being in the universe, wasn't that good enough? No! He had to beat him he wanted to be the strongest, not just strong. He would make it he would become the strongest end of argument!

A/N: Hi again! Hope you liked it :D. It's alright, I hope… Anyways please RR, and also please be kind (I know I've already said it, but I don't want any and hope I won't get any). I will update as often as I can, but please be patient.

P.S. In the next chapter I will jump in time to right before the tournament. This was a sort of prologue.

Once again RR PLEASE!