Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. This was the era of peace. It had been a long time since anyone on Earth could remember peace lasting for so long. There was always that one asshole who set out to screw that up. Once one monster was vanquished, another stepped into the spotlight. Not this time though. People were assured that times were changing, and without the dragon balls, it's not like anyone was upset about it. Besides, everyone believed as long as Hercule Satan was around, there would be no more trouble. Although it made some edgy. For instance, Vegeta. Even though the man had loosened up over the years, he still yearned for a good fight. A good sparring partner. It had been so long that he even had a "decent" fight, that he actually quit training daily and instead trains every other day. Trunks, his old sparring partner, was always too busy running Capsule Corp. along with his mother. Goten was always off doing Only-God-Knows-What, not that he really wanted to train with him anyways. Gohan was trying to raise a family, so Vegeta knew that was most likely a no go. Besides, the nerd always had his nose in a book. Though he didn't doubt Pan's strength, he did not want to spar against her. Vegeta knew he had no chance at sparring with a good partner.

He wasn't willing to spar against his youngest, Bulla, in fear of hurting her. He refused to spar with Yamcha due to pure hatred. He even grew desperate once to think about asking Krillin to spar, but his pride got in the way. Vegeta sighed grumpily, he knew he was being picky. He is royalty, dammit! It's not like he didn't mind the Earth being in a state of tranquility, but he was getting bored. He was a full-blooded Saiyan itching for a good time. It was in his blood, coursing through his veins. It took him back to the days of Majin Buu, and he almost smiled. Though it was a scary time for all, he missed the fighting. The feel of sheer power surging through him, the adrenaline forcing him into action, motivating him too…

"Father?" Vegeta looked over, obviously irritated at being jarred from his thoughts. "What?" he snapped. Trunks, his oldest child and only son, wandered up to him him and said "It's nearly 9:00 pm and mother said dinner is ready." "Humph... " was all he got in return. Trunks wasn't an idiot, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on inside his father's head. The man was bored. Even Bulma knew what was up and even tried designing new equipment for Vegeta to train with. Every day since Goku went away and left the Earth in total bliss, Vegeta spent most of his time hanging out on the patio outside of his bedroom lost in thought. Trunks gave a small smile and turned to walk back in the house. While doing so, he paused and looked back at his father and said, "Well, aren't you coming? There may be nothing left when we get back to the table. You forget Bulla has the "famous" Saiyan appetite too." He gave a small laugh and re-entered the house. Vegeta gave a small, almost unnoticeable smirk, imagining Bulla clearing the whole table by herself. Then, he got up and followed him inside after a few minutes.

It was nights like these that reminded Vegeta why the Earth was so fortunate to be at peace. He was able to enjoy his family, even if the woman did annoy him at times and his daughter was bossy. Or that his son was a Class-A douchebag at times. One thing he realized was that his children were getting older. Trunks was old enough to become a father someday. Bulla was no longer a little girl and now a teenager at the ripe age of 15. Bulma, though now a much older woman, was still spry and beautiful. Even though it bothered Vegeta to admit it, he was enjoying himself. He still missed the action. He hoped with peace lasted, but he knew it wouldn't be for long. It never was, but for now, he was going to finish enjoying it. Vegeta knew he was being complicated, but he didn't care. He never does.

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