I have a new fic!
I haven't finished my old one! Maybe someday I will!
Hurrah for me!
This fic takes place immediately after the Cell Games end. First, the prologue.
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Gohan had won. Gohan had defeated Cell.
Cell was dead. Gohan had defeated him.
Kakkarott was also dead. But Gohan was stronger.
Vegeta flew from the battlefield in a daze. Now he was in the training room. He should train. Kakkarott was dead.
Vegeta was the strongest.
But no. Gohan had defeated Cell. Kakkarott's son was the strongest.
The boy was eleven. A Super Saiyan. Beyond a Super Saiyan.
He stood in the middle of the gravity chamber, his hand on the controls. He should turn them on. He should train. He should get stronger.
But all he could do was stand in the middle of the room with his hand on the controls, staring blankly at the glowing '1G'.
Three years of training. He had reached Super Saiyan. And then another year and more in the Room of Space and Time. And the boy was stronger.
Stronger.
Vegeta stood in the middle of the gravity chamber, his hand on the controls. He had never felt so lost.
The door opened. The safety switch turned on. He could not raise the gravity. His hand was on the controls. He stared at the '1G'.
Someone had him from behind. He did not move. Arms encircled his waist, a head was buried in his neck. He could feel hot tears on his skin. It was a long time before she let go.
"Vegeta." The sobs had stopped. Heels clicked on the chamber's hard floor. The door closed. The safety mechanism turned off.
He turned on the gravity and began to train.