A Shot At Greatness
Written by: Christy, The Blue Sorceress
It was not rare for nightmares to trouble Vegeta's sleep. Usually, however they dealt with the fights he had lost and the shame that accompanied those loses. The battle on Namek was a particularly common nightmare, forcing him to relive those painful moments when he first realized he was going to die, and the moment that he realized was not a Super Saiyan like he had thought. Those nightmares had driven him just as much as his own pride and stubborn determination had when he had trained in preparation for the arrival of the artificial humans.
Now, however, there was no new goal to achieve, and the nightmares had begun to fade. It had been almost two months since Vegeta had awakened in a cold sweat from some terrible dream. Perhaps it was that that had made this new nightmare so exceptionally frightening. It wasn't one of his usual nightmares, no Frieza, no Goku, none of the other terrible enemies he had faced. It was so vague, so random, that he might not have even considered it a nightmare had there not been a deep sense of fear and of loss all throughout, and in the very end, just before he awoke, a sense of impending doom.
Vegeta's eyes opened wide suddenly, and he sat bolt upright in bed. He couldn't shake the sense of death; it hovered over him like a black cloud. He looked over to the other side of the bed, hoping that he hadn't woken Bulma up, and was surprised to find that she wasn't there.
She's dead, was his first thought, but he immediately dismissed that idea; he was still shaken by his nightmare. He cudgeled his brain trying to remember if Bulma had even come to bed at all that night, or if she had stayed up in her lab working on whatever project she had going. He faintly recalled her saying something about having some bugs to work out on her new pet project, but he hadn't really been paying attention. He never paid all that much attention. Now he fervently wished he had.
Too awake and jumpy to go back to sleep Vegeta slipped out of bed and threw on an old T-shirt then left the house quietly, somehow remembering not to wake the kids, who, he assumed, were fast asleep. He walked across the Capsule Corp. compound to Bulma's lab, noting that the lights were on inside. He pressed his face against the glass and peered inside. He saw Bulma sound asleep, slumped over her desk.
"Well, at least someone can sleep tonight," he muttered. For a moment he wondered if he should go in and wake her up, tell her to get to bed, but he decided against it. Let her sleep, he thought. He turned and headed back to the house, feeling a little relieved that nothing was wrong.
Once back inside the house he glanced at the clock, it was five in the morning. There was no way he would be able to get back to sleep, and it was pointless anyway since he had been planning on getting up in half an hour anyway to do a little training, so he went into the kitchen and started brewing a pot of coffee. Coffee was about the only thing he couldn't ruin. While the coffee brewed he sat down at the kitchen table and tried to remember exactly what his nightmare had been about, but everything was so fuzzy he couldn't pick out any details. When the coffee had finished he poured himself a mug full and sat back down at the table. He had taken one or two sips of the steaming brown liquid when he heard the front door open and close and the sound of Bulma's footsteps on the floor.
She must have smelled the coffee because she made a beeline for the kitchen. Stretching sore muscles and yawning she enter the kitchen. Even at five o'clock in the morning after a night of sleeping slumped over her desk Bulma was beautiful. She smiled sleepily at Vegeta and proceeded to pour herself a cup of coffee and sit down opposite him at the table. "Morning," she said.
"You never came to bed last night," Vegeta said in a slightly accusatory tone.
Bulma shrugged. "I was about to leave the lab when one of the monitors picked up some funny energy readings. I though I ought to analyze them. I must have," she paused and yawned loudly, "fallen asleep while waiting for the analysis and the printout." She pulled a few sheets of paper out of her coat.
"Give me those!" Vegeta snapped, snatching the papers out of Bulma's hand.
Bulma blinked. "You could say 'please' you know."
Vegeta ignored her and scanned the papers, which showed a series of peaks and valleys. He assumed that the peaks were rises in some sort of energy, and that the valleys were drops of the same. At around one o'clock the night before there had been a sudden, dramatic rise in energy, and then again at about four thirty. "What sort of energy is this?" Vegeta demanded.
"Electromagnetic, and the second set is some sort of energy I've never seen before." Bulma answered. "The second time the strange energy rose, it stayed up for about twenty minutes, but the first time it went right back down again."
Vegeta was silent for a while, wondering if this strange new energy reading had anything to do with his dream. He hoped that it didn't. "Where was this?"
"Somewhere north of here, I can't say precisely though." Bulma frowned.
"Hey, why the sudden interest in this? Is there something wrong?"
Vegeta ignored her and gulped down the last of his coffee. Then he left the kitchen in a hurry and ran upstairs. Bulma could hear him thumping around for a while and a little later running down the stairs. He stopped in the kitchen for a moment, now dressed in his usual training clothes, and said, "I'll be back later." Then he left the house, not even bothering to shut the door behind him.
He flew up into the air and headed north, the direction from which the strange energy signatures had come. He had no clue what it was that he was looking for, or even if there was anything there, but he had to look anyway. He wasn't usually bothered by nightmares once they were over, but this strange energy was too coincidental for comfort. He might be cold, short-tempered and too proud, but he wasn't one to ignore signs of danger.
An hour later he stopped over a the middle of a large forest, realizing suddenly that he had no way of finding what he was looking for. All Bulma had said was that the energy readings had come from the north, and there was one hell of a lot of north to search. It was like searching for a needle in a haystack. Frustrated, Vegeta was about to say to hell with it and go home, when he detected a sudden burst of energy about ten miles to the west of where he was. Homing in on that brief energy reading, he started west. That one little rise in energy had been enough for him to figure out where whatever he was looking for was. As he got nearer he descended to the ground and crept up to where the energy signature had been. He stood at the edge of a very small clearing in front of an equally small cave in a rock wall. There was no sign of anyone nearby, and there were no more telltale energy signatures. Cautiously he entered the clearing, fully alert to the possibility of attack.
A voice called from the mouth of the cave, "I've been expecting you."
Vegeta quickly turned to face whoever it was that had spoken. "Who are you?" he demanded. "What do you want?
A figure emerged from the cave clad in a long, hooded, blue cloak. The stranger stood a little shorter than Vegeta, and to judge by the voice, this stranger was a female. "It took me a while but I realized I needed to signal to you where I was so you could find me," the cloaked stranger said. "I've gotten so good at hiding that I'm almost impossible to find even if I want someone to find me."
"Answer me! Who are you?" Vegeta snarled, clenching his hands into fists.
The stranger pulled the hood of her cloak back and look out at Vegeta with very pale, cold blue eyes. She shook her head causing long blonde hair to cascade over her shoulders falling helter-skelter down her back almost to her knees. "My name is Chryseis de Curion, and I am here to warn you."
"About what?" Vegeta sneered. "What's so important?"
The woman looked back at Vegeta impassively, either ignorant of his short
temper or not caring. "I come from another dimension, one where I was of some importance and power. My people were decimated by a disease that wiped out almost all of the lower classes. Now the rulers of my universe are intending to cross the dimensional rift and enslave the people of this universe. I faked my death and came here to warn the people of this dimension of what will happen."
"Why should I believe you?"
That set Chryseis back a bit, however she quickly regained her composure. "Because if
you don't believe me you will die when my people come across the dimensional rift, and all those you love will either die or be enslaved."
Vegeta laughed. "I don't die easily, woman."
"Neither do my people. We are great warriors, with great power. I know about your world, I studied it for a long time before I decided to warn you and your dimension of the coming invasion. We have a power that the people here can only dream about."
"Oh really? I'm shaking in my boots," Vegeta deadpanned.
"Don't mock me!" Chryseis snapped. There was an immediate change in her behavior and Vegeta began to suspect that she was just pretending to be cool and aloof. "I didn't come here to be mocked. I didn't risk my life to be made a fool. If I turned my power on you now you would be helpless."
"What is this 'power' you claim to have?" Vegeta demanded condescendingly. He had the slightest idea that this petite young woman was not someone to anger lightly, but he didn't really care. "I doubt it's anything special," he added, goading her.
"It is a power shared by the upper class of my world, the power we use to enslave all those who do not posses it. It is a power..."
"Blah, blah, blah! Get on with it, I don't need to hear your stupid babbling."
Chryseis bit back a retort and answered, "My people can suppress the ki of others."
Vegeta masked his surprise with a disbelieving sneer. He hadn't expected anything like that. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that I could make you about as powerful as a fuzzy little bunny if I chose." Chryseis said, glad that she had managed to take a little of the wind out of Vegeta's sails. "I mean that even though you are a thousand times more powerful than I, I could defeat you with ease if I wanted to." She paused to recover her composure again, angry that she had let her pride overcome her better judgment. You're on a mission, you silly girl, she reminded herself. "However I am not here to fight you and the people of your dimension, I am here to help you," she finished serenely.
"Why?" Vegeta asked. "Why bother, what made you decide you had to come and 'help' us?"
"Does it matter?" Chryseis returned. "Will my answer make a difference? All I ask is will you deny me or will you accept my assistance and give yourself half a chance at defending this dimension?" Her anger was returning.
"I don't need anyone's help."
"Oh really? Are you so sure? Six months from now when the people on my home world have finally perfected the technology that mimics my ability jump between dimensions are you going to be able to stop them?"
"Stop asking rhetorical questions!" Vegeta snarled. He paused, had she just said... "What do you mean 'your ability to jump between dimensions'?"
"That's how I got here. The scientists in my dimension have been studying me ever since I exhibited the ability to tune into other dimensions. When I was thirteen I was able to see what was going on in other dimensions with relative ease. Just recently that ability matured, and I was able to jump between dimensions. It's an ability that no one else in my dimension has. After the slave class was wiped out by the Great Plague the King of my dimension ordered the scientists that had been studying me to build a machine that mimicked my abilities so that our armies could invade other dimensions and find a new source of slaves." Chryseis shrugged. It was, in her estimation a very impressive story, but Vegeta seemed more scornful than impressed.
"I find this all highly amusing," Vegeta said brushing Chryseis off. "An interesting fairy tale, but no more than that. What a waste of time." He turned around and began to walk away.
"You don't believe me?" Chryseis demanded, her temper finally boiling over. "Do you want me to prove it to you?"
"You can't prove a lie to be true."
Chryseis gritted her teeth. He had just called her a liar...? That was the final straw, no more miss nice girl. "Then why are you walking away? I bet you're afraid to find out the truth. You're afraid that I'm right!"
Vegeta spun around his face contorted with anger. "Are you calling me a coward?" He roared.
"Yeah, you bet!" Chryseis answered. A feral grin crossed her lips; he would get what he had coming for calling her a liar. "I dare you to fight me."
"You're going to wish you'd never been born."
"Stop with the idle threats and power up, I've got no patience for pointless conversation."
Vegeta regarded Chryseis with contempt. He would show this upstart little fool. It took no more than a second or two to power up into a Super Saiyan, and then only a few more seconds to achieve Super Saiyan level two. A cruel grin quirked his mouth as he looked at Chryseis. "Ready to die?"
Chrysies threw off her cloak, letting it float almost lazily to the ground. Underneath she was wearing a tight-fitting one-piece blue jumpsuit with no right sleeve, exposing an intricate blue tattoo that wove all up her right arm, shoulders and a little way up her neck. "I have no intention of dying, or of killing you. That would be counterproductive." Her feral grin widened into something demonic and brimming with rage. "I just plan on defeating you."
"I'm so sure." Vegeta snarled, setting himself.
Chryseis laughed, a sound with no humor in it at all. "Come and get me, I'll stand right here."
Vegeta smiled. "If you say so," he said coldly. He launched himself at her at full speed, aiming a blow straight at her mocking smile. He should have knocked her head clean off her body, but something happened. Chryseis used her power, and suddenly Vegeta felt himself losing strength. In less than the time it took for him to fly the few yards that separated him from Chryseis, Vegeta had slipped out of Super Saiyan. He faltered, and Chryseis ducked beneath him, grabbed him by the left leg and swung him into the ground. He skipped like a stone for ten yards before plowing through a stand of trees.
"I told you," Chryseis said evenly as she walked toward where Vegeta lay, shocked, on the ground. "I warned you. I could have done without the demonstration, but you wouldn't believe me."
Vegeta scrambled to his feet. "What...?" he began only to be cut off by a series of rapid-fire punches to the gut. Unable to block any of Chryseis attacks, Vegeta became an unwilling punching bag.
Chryseis knocked his legs out from under him and threw him to the ground again. "I bet you wish you had believed me now," she said quietly. She put her foot on his throat and held him in place. "I bet you wish you had believed me," she repeated, as she leaned hard, slowly crushing his windpipe.
Vegeta could only see the feral smile on her face, and as his vision began to cloud with black from lack of oxygen, that smile haunted him. He was incapable of doing anything; he had become too weak. Suddenly, just before Vegeta blacked out, the pressure on his throat was gone, and the black spots receded from his eyes. A few moments passed, and nothing happened, giving Vegeta a little time to catch his breath. He sat up, rubbing the spot on his throat where Chryseis' foot had been, and looked around for his attacker. He was more than a little surprised to find her leaning hard against a tree trunk, breathing hard and shaking uncontrollably. He got to his feet and stood uncertainly, frowning at Chryseis.
"What are you doing?" he demanded after a moment. He spat a mouthful of blood; she had worked him over pretty good.
Chryseis shivered. "Sometimes the power can be hard to control."
Vegeta became even more confused. "What?"
"I was born into the slave class, and it was not known that I had the ability to Suppress until I was about five years old. When they found this out the Lord of my planet took me in as his own child and raised me. I quickly surpassed my adoptive father in the area of Suppression, and..."
"What does you life story have to do with anything?" Vegeta demanded irritably. She still hadn't released her 'Suppression' on him, and it made him angry.
"It's relevant," Chryseis answered, sinking to the forest floor, her back still against the tree. "I always had trouble controlling myself when I used my power. I always got so... angry, but when I began to see into other dimensions it got worse." She clenched her hands to get them to stop shaking. "Sometimes my anger... I lose all control and I slip. I almost killed you."
"No..." Vegeta began
"Don't you dare deny it! You feel my power. No false bravado, you are helpless against Suppression," Chryseis cut him off. "I almost didn't stop. I didn't come here to fight you; I came here to help you, but the challenge of battle... I think you know what I mean. It makes my blood run like lava when I fight a worthy opponent." She had finally stopped shaking. "Anyway, I'm sorry."
Vegeta nodded gruffly. He could understand what she felt; he often regretted things he did when he was angry, though he never admitted it. "You said you would teach me this 'Suppression', so get on with it."
Chryseis shook her head. "You don't understand. I'm not sure, really sure, you can even be taught it, and it will take time for you to learn it. There is a lot of preparation that has to be done before you jump into the training. You saw what happened when I lost control of my anger, if you don't get a really, really good grip on your anger, you might end up destroying what you hope to save."
"I have a perfectly good grip on..."
"Don't waste your breath. You forget that I've been watching this dimension for a long time. I know exactly how easily you can be angered," Chryseis interrupted. She walked over to where she had left her cloak and threw it around her shoulders again.
Vegeta followed somewhat reluctantly, and only because he was curious about the Suppression technique. Suddenly he felt the need to ask, "So what are you getting out of this?"
Chryseis looked him in the eyes, and began carefully. "My people have always been dimensional shifters. Every ten or so generations a person is born with the ability not only to Suppress, but also to move between dimensions. The dimension I was born into was not the home dimension of my people. In fact we have no idea what our home dimension really was. However when the scientists began to study my power, they realized that the dimension we were living in at the time had been almost an exact replica of this dimension," she emphasized her point by jabbing one finger at the ground, "before my people arrived ten generations ago. The differences were on the very slightest of scales. In other words in my dimension there were Saiyans, and Namekians, and all sorts of other species that are in this dimension."
Vegeta suddenly became very interested. Where could this strange woman be trying to tell him?
"Your race, as well as countless others, was enslaved when my people arrived, and your people interbred with mine. Ten generations back, a Saiyan Princess was made a slave of one of the lesser Lords of my people. She had a child, who was born a slave, and never surpassed that status because he was incapable of Suppression, but that child managed to do something few slave children ever did, he lived and raised two children of his own. Eventually the ancestors of that Princess were taken into the household of the current King's family, and two generation ago one of those ancestors, a woman, was accosted by the future King. She bore a baby, who grew up and gave birth to me. I am one one-thousand twenty-fourth parts Saiyan royalty.
That surprised Vegeta off quite a bit
Chryseis continued, "Before I first started to see into this dimension I wondered why my ancestors had made so sure to tell each generation exactly what our lineage was, after all we were just slaves. When I saw you and that other, the one you call Kakarott, fight I began to understand what exactly had driven all my ancestors, and me, to succeed. I have learned that I had two of the most powerful royal blood lines in my veins, and that, in combination with my own rare dimensional shifting abilities, made me a powerful person.
But your people were thought of as nothings by my own, they were nearly wiped out in the first few years my people were in my dimension. Only a few managed to survive, and their blood was diluted with the blood of slaves. As far as I know only my family kept the knowledge of your proud race, and only they kept the knowledge of your greatest legend. I was raised for the first five years of my life on the legend of the Super Saiyan. When there was no food because out master wanted to punish us, my grandmother fed my siblings and I that legend. When we were sick she sat by our bedsides and whispered it in our ears. My elder brother died while my grandmother told him the legend that you and that other have made a reality, at least in your dimension. Never, in all the years I was at the my adoptive father's home and in the King, my grandfather's court, did I forget that legend, and when I saw you I knew I had to someday have your power." Chryseis stared unblinkingly into Vegeta's eyes, the intensity of her gaze making him frown. "That's what I hope to get out of this bargain. I hope... have to become a Super Saiyan like you."
When Vegeta finally got over the complete amazement at Chryseis sudden revelation he spoke up. "I hate to burst your bubble after such a rousing speech, but you will never be able to become a Super Saiyan, royal blood or not."
"How do you know that?"
Vegeta gave a short laugh. "Because your blood is too diluted. You could never hope to achieve my power. Besides which, you're female. I doubt females have the ability to become Super Saiyans"
"I'm not demanding that you succeed," Chryseis argued, "I'm just asking that you try. All my life I've been one step below respected. Even when I was in the court of the King and my adoptive father I was always considered the slave that had risen above her station by a freakish chance. Seeing into this dimension has given me something to aspire to, even if it is a million miles out of my reach."
Vegeta regarded her with mild curiosity and perhaps even a little appreciation for her talents. Chryseis knew that trying to become a Super Saiyan would be like trying to hold a star in the palm of her hand, but she refused to give up on the idea without trying. That reminded Vegeta of the Saiyan determination, a trait all his people had carried until their deaths. Even diluted by ten generations of mixing with other races Chryseis' Saiyan traits were clear as day to the trained eye and ear. Her eyes, a touch too large for ideal beauty, the way she stood, like a proud, honorable warrior, the smile that gloved her lips in anticipation of battle, these were all Saiyan traits. For that Chryseis gained a smidgen of Vegeta's grudging respect. Besides which, she offered to teach him a technique that would make him more powerful than just about anyone he could ever face, and all she asked in return was that he try to help her become a Super Saiyan.
Still, he had some doubts. "I don't take on fights I know I'm going to lose. That's Kakarott's job. If you're willing to waste time trying to achieve the impossible, go to him."
Chryseis gave a short bark of laughter. "I told you I've been watching this dimension for a long time now, and trying to pawn me off on him is a waste of your time. Honestly, the reason I came to you was because, one, we're probably related, albeit very distantly, two, because I figured you would be the one who could learn Suppression, and three, because that Goku, or Kakarott as you call him, doesn't strike me as the kind of man that could learn Suppression. From what I've obsereved I don't think his brain works that way." She shrugged. "Anyway, I doubt that you would throw away a chance at becoming more powerful just because you might not be able to teach me to become a Super Saiyan."
Chryseis was right; she had Vegeta completely figured out. "Fine then, we had better hurry up and get cracking if you think you can become a Super Saiyan before your people arrive, what, six months from now?"
Chryseis nodded. "It isn't going to be an easy task to teach you Suppression either, it's a lot of hard work."
"I can handle hard work."
Chryseis nodded. "Well, then are we going to stand out here in the middle of nowhere, or do you have somewhere we can train?" she asked, not so subtly hinting that they ought to leave.
"Follow me," Vegeta ordered, flying up into the air so that he was a few feet above the forest canopy.
Chryseis flew up after him and followed him back to Capsule Corp. furious that she had let herself lose control of her anger. It was completely unacceptable. A true warrior would have been able to keep her anger in check, but though she was an excellent fighter and she had a remarkable talent for Suppression, Chryseis knew that she was far from being a true warrior. Too much emotion, too little control, something that would have to be remedied very soon.
They landed just in front of the house and went inside.
Bulma was in the kitchen loading dishes into the dishwasher when Vegeta entered followed by Chryseis.
"Wow, I didn't expect you back so soon," Bulma said without looking toward them. She turned and her eyes widened. "What happened? You're a bloody mess!" she demanded of Vegeta, giving him a stern, 'tell-me-now-or-else' look. He gaze swung over to Chryseis. "Who's this?" She looked Chryseis up and down. "And what is she wearing?"
"You explain," Vegeta grumped.
So Chryseis explained, filling in with a little more detail the same story she had told Vegeta. Bulma stared, at first with complete disbelief and surprise, and then later half grudging acceptance of the truth.
"So that's what those funny readings were," Bulma said. "I suppose opening a dimensional rift will do those sorts of things."
"Keep an eye out for more readings like those," Chryseis said a little gruffly. She realized how rude that must have sounded and added, "please."
Bulma shrugged. "Okay," she said, frowning a bit, "sounds interesting anyway."
Vegeta, who for the duration of Chryseis' explanation, had been waiting semi-patiently for her to finish, said, "Are we going to train or are you two going to start exchanging recipes?"
"No, we can start right in on the training, but you should know that for the first week or two, maybe even the first month, there won't be any real fighting. I've got to teach you the Suppression technique first," Chryseis replied. "Do you have any place in particular that's quiet, preferably outdoors, or in some natural setting?"
Bulma was the one who answered, "You could try the backyard. That's the best place I can think of."
Chryseis nodded again. She headed out of the kitchen, and Vegeta followed.
So began a training regimen that was exhausting, though to the outside viewer it seemed easy. It was very difficult at first for Chryseis to get Vegeta to focus on mastering his anger and pride, and he never truly got a grip on his pride, but once he had sufficient control they moved on to learning how to Suppress.
Using Suppression began with sensing the power level of one's opponent, then trying to lock access to that power away. Often Vegeta would get frustrated when Chryseis threw off his attempts to Suppress her, but she explained that it was because she was particularly adept at resisting Suppression.
"When I was first living at the royal court I was subject to ridicule. A lot of the time the other warriors at court would challenge me to a duel just so they could show exactly how weak I was. Eventually I stopped working on Suppressing others and concentrated on resisting Suppression. One day I was challenged to a duel by a young man who had often beaten me I was able to throw off his Suppression and beat him. He had spent to much time on Suppressing stronger opponents and not enough time becoming stronger himself and building up his resistance." Chryseis smiled coldly. "I didn't finish him off. I let him retain his life, but not his honor."
"That was a foolish mistake," Vegeta told her, his eyes closed as he began to focus. "Never let an enemy live after you have defeated them. They always come back, and they're always stronger."
"I knew you were going to say that," Chryseis said with a short laugh. "That man did challenge me again, but the next time I destroyed him without hesitation. From then on everyone took me seriously. They never respected me though."
There was a short silence, then Vegeta spoke up, mildly irritated. "Are we going to train?"
Chryseis smirked. "I was just giving you a little break, you know, letting you catch your breath." She stretched lazily. "Okay, I'm going to power up, and you've got to try and push my power back down."
Vegeta cracked his knuckles. "This time I've got your number, girl."
Chryseis just nodded, and proceeded to power up. She had gotten a considerable amount stronger in a very short time, and Vegeta guessed that her power level was something around nine hundred thousand, far above human norms, but far below the power level of a Super Saiyan. He still had his doubts as to whether or not she was able to become a Super Saiyan, but those doubts were beginning to fade a little. He reached out mentally and got a good sense of Chryseis' ki and tried to find a way to block her access to her power, but it was like trying to dam a raging, flood-swollen river with a few logs. It wasn't easy to maintain either, it took all the mental strength Vegeta had just to hold back that little bit of power. He also felt himself losing control of himself. Chryseis had been short on details about what exactly happened when a person used Suppression, but from what she had said, and what Vegeta was able to piece together from his own limited experience, it seemed that the concentration focused of Suppression took away from a person's ability to harness and control their own emotions. Whatever a person felt was magnified a hundred fold when they used Suppression. Vegeta's anger began to boil over like a pot of soup left too long on the stove, and he snapped. Instantly Chryseis turned her Suppression on him.
"Okay, easy now. Let go of the Suppression!" she shouted to him.
Vegeta began to calm down and release his Suppression of Chryseis. He sank to the ground, exhausted. He slammed his fist into the ground, leaving an indentation. "Damn it. I had it that time!"
Chryseis sat down in front of him. "You really did. I'm surprised you were able to Suppress my ki as much as you did. That was impressive."
"Pointless flattery aside," Vegeta said grumpily, "How long do you think it will take until I can Suppress you as much as you can Suppress me?"
"A hell of a lot longer than we've got," Chryseis said. "But, hey, the people we'll be fighting aren't nearly as good as resisting Suppression as I am. I imagine if I had been one of them, you would have knocked my power so low Iwould have fallen asleep."
"Well, you're not one of those warriors, you're you, and I won't be satisfied until I'm even with you in Suppression."
"And I won't be satisfied until I become a Super Saiyan."
And that was that. There would be no stopping either of them from achieving their goals.
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Standard Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters except those that I created with my own twisted imagination. Don't sue me, I don't have any money anyway.
Thanks,
The Blue Sorceress