"So... Vegeta let him absorb the android? But, why?" Bulma asked, watching Piccolo.
"He wanted to fight Cell in his final form, even if it meant losing... And.." The Namek trailed off.
"And? And what?" Bulma stepped toward him, her voice rising. The look on his face made her heart drop, and she knew something was wrong. "Is he.. Is Vegeta okay? IS HE?"
"No!" Piccolo growled, but Bulma didn't back down. She kept glaring at the Namek, her eyes begging for him to tell her what was happening. Letting out a small sigh, he turned toward her. "Vegeta is unconscious, and no-" He stopped talking, his expression changing. Wide eyed, he turned back toward the edge of the look out.
"What? Piccolo, is it Vegeta? Is he all right? Please tell me he's all right!" Bulma was in panic mode, her heart pounding.
"No.. This can't be real.. Trunks is going through an incredible transformation, his power is now far greater than Vegeta's. It's true, I didn't want to believe it, but I guess there really is a level beyond that of a super Saiyan." The Namek mumbled.
"Trunks? He's down there alone?" She asked, holding her baby close.
"Yes."
"WHAT?" She shrieked, her blood boiling. "This is all Vegeta's fault! Now our son's down there fighting Cell ALONE!"
"He saved Vegeta's life." Piccolo glanced at her. "Krillin's taking him away from them, so Cell won't try anything."
If anything happens to my baby, anything at all... That is on you, Vegeta! Bulma thought angrily. Lightening began to flash around them, and she looked up into the sky. Trunks began babbling, following her gaze. Yea, that's you, boy. You're going to be big and strong one day!
"I've never felt energy that strong before!" Tien cried. "It can't be possible!"
"That's Trunks' energy." Piccolo said surely.
"He..passed Vegeta? How can that be? He'll beat Cell for sure!" Tien grinned.
I hope you're right, Tien...
"Leave it to you, Vegeta." Bulma walked toward him, hand on her hip.
"Pfft." Vegeta snorted, trying to ignore her. Her face appeared to be angry, but her voice was soft. Still, the Saiyan had no time for her fussing.
"You had him, you know." She said quietly, and he glanced over at her.
"I had to see." Vegeta growled. "I had to see his power."
"And you risked everything. Everything, Vegeta. You need to-"
Vegeta felt himself pulling away, and she was no longer in front of him. Everything hurt, and he felt air whipping against his body. Something was dug into his abdomen, and he quickly realized he was in the air. From the Ki he sensed, the Saiyan knew it was Krillin who was carrying him on his shoulder. The pain was nearly unbearable, and Vegeta growled at the sharpness of it.
"What's wrong? Vegeta, are you okay?" Krillin asked, but the Saiyan didn't have it in him to respond. Sharp pain radiated from his ribs, up to his temples, making it difficult to breathe. Fighting to stay conscious, he tried to focus on breathing lighter. "Hang in there. I gotta find a safe place to set you down.. That island over there will have to do!"
He flew forward, and Vegeta winced in pain, but refused to cry out. As much as he wanted to, the Saiyan kept quiet. Pain ran up his back, and suddenly his vision blurred. He felt as if he were going through a tunnel, black starting to envelope him. He was slipping in and out of consciousness.
"Vegeta, can you hear me? Hey, come on, wake up." He felt something touching his face, and he didn't like it. But the pain was far too great, and he couldn't bring himself to open his eyes. "Take this, it's a senzu bean." The prince managed to open his mouth, chewing the small bean. Immediately, he could feel everything coming back, the pain fading away. Opening his eyes, he saw the little bald man hovering over him, his worried expression disappearing. "Hey, Vegeta.. You okay?"
"Cell!" Vegeta growled, sitting up way too fast. For a moment everything was spinning, and he put a hand to his head. Shaking his head, it cleared, and he glared at Krillin. He could feel his son in the distance, his power greater than he could ever imagine. That's...my son? Pride and anger filled his heart all at once. How could my son be stronger than me? It was unreal.
Suddenly, Trunks' Ki dropped dramatically, and Vegeta whipped his head in the direction of where his son was fighting Cell. "Hn?" The Saiyan wondered why his son had suddenly stopped fighting, it didn't make any sense.
"Hey, how come Trunks' energy suddenly decreased so fast?" Krillin asked. "It..doesn't make sense. What happened? Cell... He's still just as strong! And now I can't feel Trunks at all! Oh, no.. Maybe Cell beat him.."
"Fine by me." Vegeta pushed himself up from the ground. "I'll take him!"
"Hey, wait a minute!" The bald man argued.
"I wait for no one!" The prince growled impatiently. "Now, Cell is mine."
"But..you're hurt." Krillin said surely.
"Leave me alone." Vegeta growled, but his tone wasn't malicious, as he flew into the sky.
"What's up? Hasn't Trunks put Cell's lights out, yet?" Bulma asked, playing with her babbling baby.
"It's over.." Piccolo mumbled in a worried growl.
"He did it.. Trunks beat him." She said, turning toward the others.
"No.. He means Cell has beaten Trunks." Tien admitted, and Bulma began to panic again.
"This is bad." The Namek said. "Very bad!"
"What? That means he's in danger!" The blue haired genius ran forward, closing the gap between her and the other two. "Do something!"
"What? No, I don't believe it.." Piccolo mumbled.
"What happened? Is Trunks all right?" Bulma asked, tears threatening to form in her eyes.
"Yea, for now." The Namek replied. "Cell is planning some kind of tournament."
"A tournament?" Tien questioned, and Bulma didn't like the sound of that. She didn't like the sound of that at all.
An enormous burst of energy released around him as he flew closer to his son's Ki, and he easily recognized that it was coming from Trunks. Cell was nowhere to be seen as he flew down closer. Vegeta could see Trunks on the ground, just sitting there. It was hard to make out, but he could tell that his son was fine, just appeared to be distressed. Angry... He could feel it coming from the boy in waves.
"Hey, look down there!" Krillin piped up from beside him. "Is that Trunks? Yea.. That's him. What's he doing? Hey, where's Cell? He's not there! He's gone, where is he?"
"Hn." Vegeta grunted, dropping toward the ground.
"H-Hey, wait for me!" The annoying bald man followed behind him. Vegeta landed in front of his son, who was on his knees, staring at the ground. He glanced up at Vegeta, before looking straight ahead.
"I'm sorry." Trunks said quietly, before his hair changed back lavender.
"Tell me, what happened to Cell?" Vegeta asked his son, who became visibly frustrated.
"I tried to beat him." His fingers were digging into the dirt. "I couldn't do it."
"It's okay," Krillin rushed to his side, "take it easy! What happened here?"
"Tell us what happened, now!" The older Saiyan barked, but his son didn't look up.
"I lost. His power is much greater than mine." His boy explained, defeat in his voice.
"Ha, ha, ha, of course it is." Vegeta fussed. "Foolish boy, what made you think you could take on Cell, now that he's complete?"
"Hey! Trunks saved your life, Vegeta! And already his power level is way b-"
"No, Krillin!" Trunks jumped up, cutting baldy off.
"Huh?" He heard the little man mumble, and neither said anything else.
"Hm?" Vegeta glanced at them, wondering what Krillin had been about to say. I really don't have time for this...
"There, there, now..don't cry, baby Trunks." Bulma was comforting her wailing baby, before she turned quickly toward the Namek. "Hey, what are you waiting for?! Trunks needs your help! He could be hurt or even worse! What's happening down there, anyway?" She ran forward.
"Don't worry. Trunks is still alive." Piccolo assured.
"Are you sure?" Bulma asked worriedly.
"Uh, and Cell?" Tien looked at Piccolo with questioning eyes.
"I thought Trunks was going to beat Cell for sure. His power had grown to such an incredible level. Yet, Cell's complete power was still too much for him. We must find a way to beat Cell! Perhaps it's time I enter the hyperbolic time chamber for some intensive training of my own!"
Yikes, he's getting really worked up! What is going on down there? He said Trunks is okay for right now, but what does that even mean? And a tournament? What is that going to prove? If Trunks and Vegeta can't beat him, what could Goku and Gohan possibly do? They need to get their heads out of their asses and attack him together! Ughh, I need to see my boy... Both of them. I just need to see them!
"What? A martial arts tournament?" The bald idiot questioned, even though Trunks had just explained Cell's plan.
"Mhm." Trunks nodded.
"Uhhh, are you sure about that?"
Cell.. So, he wants to try and humiliate me again. Vegeta thought angrily. He wanted nothing more than to find Cell and give him the beating of his life. Trunks had failed, but he couldn't be disappointed with the boy. Cell was some monster, all right, and they had to figure out a way to train hard. And do it fast, because there wasn't much time to waste.
"So, what's the deal? Who's gonna be in this? I mean, nobody can beat Cell, so it won't be much of a tournament." Krillin mumbled.
"Yes, you're right." Trunks admitted, walking away. "I thought I could beat him. I was certain I could do it, but I failed. Maybe he is unstoppable... Wait! Of course! When Goku and Gohan get out of the hyperbolic time chamber, I'll go back in again and continue my training."
"Huh?"
"There's no need for you to do that." Vegeta said, but his voice wasn't harsh. "I will be the one who goes back inside that room. Then, I'll beat Cell."
"I will also fight." 16 stepped forward. "Let me help, you must."
"Huh, you're still alive?" Krillin mused.
"I need help." The android admitted. "Please take me to someone that knows how to repair me."
"No! Why should we help you?" Trunks snarled, and Vegeta looked at his son, eyebrow raised slightly. He is definitely mine. The prince was a bit surprised at his son's reaction.
"Once my circuits are restored, I will fight along side you. I will, I promise you." 16 said surely.
"No way! You're a plague to the earth, just like all the other androids!" Trunks growled. "Why would anyone want to help your kind?" His son's eyes were filled with anger, and when Krillin stepped toward the android, Trunks' face grew concerned. "Stop!"
"Hang tight," Krillin put his hand on the android, "I'll get you the help you need."
"No, Krillin!" Trunks called.
"Hey, it's okay. Relax. He's gonna be one of the good guys from now on." The little bald man assured.
"He's an android!" Trunks argued, glancing at his father for back up. Vegeta snorted, watching the three.
"Yea, well, he's also a living being. And I think he deserves a second chance. Things don't have to happen like they did in your timeline, Trunks. An android may save the world this time.. Come on, you and I both know we need all the help that we can get." Krillin grabbed 16's arm, supporting his weight.
"Thank you." 16 said quietly, and Vegeta glanced at his son, who looked repulsed. I'm not going to sit around her and wait for Kakarot to get out of that room. I alone have the strength to beat Cell, but I must get back in there and train.
"I mean look at Vegeta, we gave him a second chance and... Well, maybe that's not the best example.." Krillin mumbled, and Vegeta whipped his head up to glare at him.
"Shut up." The prince hissed, and Krillin was silent.
"Should we go back to Kami's place?" Trunks asked, and Vegeta shook his head.
"I'm going back to Capsule Corp. until it's time." And with that, Vegeta was in the sky, heading towards home. It's been too long. I'd just like to look at my bed.. I wonder if she'll be there or if she's still at the look out? What does it matter? She's going to be pissed if she has any idea what is going on. What happened... I don't feel like dealing with her right now.. Oh, but you do, don't you? Yes, I'd like to see her mad. I've missed that..
Vegeta's head swam with thoughts of her as he flew toward home. It was strange to think that Capsule Corp. had become his home. It did feel that way, though. It was the closest thing he had ever truly had to a home in a very long time, and something about it comforted him. It was familiar, he knew where everything was.. He felt comfortable there. It was a feeling he had been longing for ever since he left to go into space. He'd never admit that, though.
"Ohhh! Hi, Vegeta." Mrs. Briefs cooed, as he landed behind her on the lawn. Trunks was beside him, touching down, and Vegeta cringed slightly at her voice. "How are you? You're looking good... Nice of you to visit. Oh! And I see you brought a friend with you. Oh, my! You're handsome too!"
"You think so?" Trunks blushed, putting a hand to his head. "Well, thank you."
"Heads up!" Krillin called, landing with the android on his back. "Coming through! Ugh... Oh, hi, Ma'am. Is Bulma here?"
"Hi, Krillin!" Mrs. Briefs purred.
"Yea, uh, hi! Is, uh-"
"Hey, Krillin!" Mr. Briefs called, riding toward them on a bicycle. "Bulma just called, she's on her way. Yepp, she'll be here any minute now."
"What? She's not back from Kami's place yet? Wow, that's strange.." Krillin mumbled.
"Hello down there!" Master Roshi called, as a vehicle floated down to land. Vegeta immediately tensed up, feeling Yamcha's presence. Krillin ran to talk to them, but the prince walked inside. The others quickly followed, and they all began blabbering on and on about the upcoming tournament. Master Roshi began talking about the past martial arts tournament, and Goku as a child. Vegeta mentally groaned, not in the mood for story time.
"They both gave it everything they had," Master Roshi explained, "but neither could out do the other. Goku nearly missed becoming the champion, and they had to call it a draw."
"Ha, that's not much of a competition." Vegeta spoke, a smirk on his face. "Now I know why Kakarot got involved in such an easy tournament." His words caused Krillin and Yamcha to become defensive, and the Saiyan wanted to laugh.
"No." Roshi argued. "It's not that the competition was easy, there were just factors involved that made it more difficult. You know, love has a way of throwing everything out of perspective. By the time the twenty-third tournament came around, Goku had married Chi Chi. Piccolo was on the scene, and showed some moves that were really out of this world. This was a competition that separated the tough guys from the wimps. Goku made it to the finals, but not before facing some of his fiercest opponents. Toughest of all was Piccolo. Those two fought with everything they had, and it look-"
Vegeta slipped outside, not wanting to hear anymore. It was all weighing down on him at once, his anger seething into every part of him. Why couldn't I defeat him? His power was great, but so am I. I am the prince of all Saiyans, I know I can defeat him. I must train harder, increase my strength again. Then, he'd be no match for me. No match at all... Vegeta's thoughts were interrupted when his teenage son walked out onto the balcony, but the boy was quiet. They stood in silence, as the others made their way outside. The sun was beginning to set, and something about the air was calm. Yet, uneasy.
"But, why would Cell host a tournament?" The little mime looking thing asked, his voice making Vegeta wince slightly. Such a pathetic little creature.
"Yeah, why?" Yamcha agreed. "I mean, if he wants to rule the world, why is he wasting time with this competition?"
"Cell doesn't want to rule the world." Trunks spoke up, and Vegeta glanced at his son. "He wants to destroy it. The androids have never been interested in power, it's just that they find pleasure in causing fear and chaos. And Cell's no different, he's using this stupid tournament as a way to spread fear."
"Boy, he's got some nerve." Baldy mumbled, and the prince glanced back at the sun set. No, he has what I used to have... I remember the feeling. Yes, quite well. Watching people tremble at the sound of your name, destroying planets, populations, watching people die at your hands. The things they will do, just to keep themselves alive...
"Don't worry, Krillin." Yamcha piped up, his voice determined. Vegeta almost laughed. "This time we'll knock the wind out of that wind bag for good."
"Right!" Chiaotzu agreed, and the prince chuckled.
"Oh, stop diluting yourselves." Vegeta growled. "Cell will make short work out of every one of you."
"Well, I for one, am very relieved." Kakarot's wife stood from her chair.
"Hey! What's she talking about?" That annoying little cat asked, looking at the pig sitting nearby.
"What am I, psychic?" Oolong yelled.
"Don't you understand?" Chi Chi asked quietly. "If it's a tournament, then we'll have to have rules that even Cell must follow, right? And everyone knows that in a martial arts tournament, killing is not allowed."
"Yeah!" Yamcha relaxed.
"Well, I have to admit, she's got a point!" Krillin agreed.
"In that case, I'm in!" Master Roshi appeared, and Vegeta fought the urge to go back into the house. Trunks began talking about the Saiyans using their power to their advantage, but at the mention of Gohan's name, Chi Chi lost it. She began going off about how her son wasn't going to fight, that he was going to study. Vegeta thought that she was insane, but he wasn't saying anything to start a fight, Chi Chi was someone he... Did not want to have discussion with, much less argue.
Vegeta ventured back inside, the others following behind him shortly. They were all acting foolish, eating snacks, sitting around. Everyone just waiting for something to happen. The Saiyan was getting anxious, ready to continue his training in the hyperbolic time chamber. Surely, Kakarot and his son were nearly finished, and waiting on them was becoming a bit much. Vegeta's mind was swirling with thoughts. As strange as it was, seeing his son on the floor eased his mind.
The boy was lying on his stomach, propped on a pillow, watching t.v. with Krillin. He appeared to be so calm, quiet. I was a fool... That could have ended badly, and the woman would have never forgiven me... Could I? The thoughts angered him slightly, and he pushed them away, when the news anchor blabbered on about nothing. Cell, I know you're out there. Where are you hiding? Show yourself!
"Hey, Trunks, Cell said that we should watch the t.v. to find out where the tournament is, right?" Baldy asked, looking at the boy.
"Yes," Trunks turned, looking back at him, "that's right." You look so much like her. Those damned blue eyes..
"YAMCHAA!" Puar called, the annoying little cat's voice shrill. "Come back!" The cat flew after the weakling, who was walking away.
"Puar, call me if Cell shows up on the television. I've got some training to do." Yamcha informed, and the prince snorted.
"Oh, please don't go!" The cat begged.
"I've got to, 'cause time is running out for all of us. And I've got to be ready to fight Cell."
"Hold on, I'll go too!" Krillin stood, walking toward the other man. "You're right, we really do need to stay in shape."
"All right, let's go." Yamcha said.
"Hey, at least we know that Cell will have to stick by the rules." The little bald man grinned. "Haha, I'm kind of looking forward to this tournament. It could be fun."
"Go out and play, if you want." Vegeta snapped, annoyed by their foolishness. "But leave Cell to me, because I don't want anyone getting in my way. Do you understand?"
"That's a lot of talk for someone who got pounded by Cell, don't you think?" Yamcha glared, and Vegeta's blood began to boil.
"What? No, he tricked me!" Vegeta growled, ready to throw a punch. "I'm stronger than him, Cell cannot defeat me! I alone have the power to beat Cell."
"And Goku?" The idiot asked, and the Saiyan clinched his jaw, trying to keep from decking the fool.
"Kakarot.. He doesn't have a chance." Vegeta sneered with a wicked smile.
"Father.." Trunks was up on his feet, looking at him with pleading eyes. "We can't think like that. We're going to have to work together on this one. Goku and Gohan, they're both an important part of our team."
"Trunks?!" Her voice hit his ears, and with all the shit taking place, he hadn't even noticed her appearance. Vegeta looked up to see Bulma run through the door, their toddler in her arms. She stopped quickly, leaning forward, before turning toward them. "Where's Trunks?!" She saw him, and ran forward. "TRUNKS!"
There was no time to move out of the way, even if he was a super Saiyan. Bulma ran through them, knocking them out of her way with ease. Woman!
Bulma ran past the others, only wanting to see her little boy. Though he wasn't so little, he was still her little boy. And after the time she had spent at Kami's place, she just wanted to make sure he was all in one piece. Vegeta had looked just fine, like he had never fought in the first place. Where is my boy? She turned, seeing Trunks standing there, his face plastered with shock. Tears came to her eyes at the sight of him, and she ran over to him.
"There you are!" She began looking him over, tears spilling from her eyes. Once she realized he was not injured, she smiled. "Oh, good! You're okay.. Right? Piccolo said you might be hurt after your fight with Cell. You are feeling okay, aren't you? You look great."
"Uh, I-I'm fine." Trunks mumbled, looking down at his mother.
"Well, that's good." Bulma let out a breath. "We were all really worried about you!"
"I'm sorry about that." Trunks said, leaning down to look at the baby version of himself. Baby Trunks grabbed his hair, yanking away. "Hey! Let go!" Trunks growled, but then he began laughing. "Come on, let go!" Everyone laughed as Trunks pleaded with his smaller self to stop pulling his hair.
"Okay, okay, baby Trunks!" Bulma grabbed his little hand, prying his tiny fingers from Trunks' hair. "Let him go.." The baby finally released him, and the older version of her son backed away a bit. She gave Trunks one last smile, before whirling around toward Vegeta. "YOU!" She growled, marching toward him.
"Hn?" He grunted, trying to figure out if he needed to prepare to duck from something being thrown at his head.
"We need to talk!" She barked angrily, but before she could say anything else, the t.v. channel Master Roshi was enjoying was interrupted by screams.
"Cell!" Vegeta growled, and Bulma whirled around to see the ugly monster on the television. The t.v. stations began apologizing for interruptions as Cell made his way through each floor of the building. "Show off." Vegeta mumbled angrily, and Bulma glanced at him, before looking back at the t.v.
"And now, it's time for the International News!" The anchor announced, but Cell burst through the floor, causing the man to yell in surprise. "Hey, what's the idea?" Cell grabbed the man by the throat.
"You, tell me is this studio B?" He let the man drop, his cold eyes waiting for an answer. Bulma shivered at the look in his eyes, wishing that she could turn away. But, she knew she had to watch.
"Of course it is!" The news man yelped, turning away. "Call security, hurry!" Cell blew him away with the flick of a finger, causing screams to irrupt around him.
"I am Cell." The monster informed, looking directly into the camera. "I have a message for all of the people of Earth. Now, pay attention to what I say. Your boring lives are about to get a lot more interesting, thanks to me. I have enjoyed terrorizing the earth, but now I have something far more entertaining planned for this pathetic planet. For those of you who don't remember me, take a close look at my face. The big monster of NikkiTown. I am the evolved form of that creature. And I owe it all to this worthless planet, for providing me with the bio extract I needed. But the reason I'm here is to announce my decision to hold a martial arts tournament. I'm calling this competition the Cell Games. It's a catchy little title, don't you think? The Cell Games will be held nine days from today, at Area S.5, twenty eight miles Northeast of Eastern City."
"That's not too far away..." Bulma muttered, watching the t.v. intently.
"There, you'll find an arena that I have designed myself. I modeled it after the one used in the original World's Martial Arts Tournament. I believe it is the ideal location to crush my competitors. Bring me your best fighters and I will face them one by one in a contest of strength. This is the last chance for planet Earth. If I am not defeated, it belongs to me. My competitors will have the advantage, since I won't be able to rest between matches, and my new opponents can enter the competition immediately. The rules will be the same as the World's Martial Arts Tournament. If you give up or your body touches the outside of the ring, you lose. And though I will try to avoid this, if you die, you will be disqualified."
"Cell!" Krillin yelped angrily.
"I hope I haven't frightened any of you from playing the Cell Games. Now that you know where the competition will be held, all you have to do is find the courage to show up." Cell began laughing.
"Argh! Curse him!" Trunks growled, and Bulma glanced at him. Just like Vegeta...
"Now watch this." Cell demanded. "Here's just a little taste of what you'll be up against." He sent a blast, wiping out the city behind him. "Come and get me if you dare! Now, let the games begin! The tournament starts in nine days, good luck!" Cell flew off, laughing.
"He's really serious.." Master Roshi said, still staring at the t.v.
"He'll destroy the planet if we don't stop him!" Krillin said worriedly.
"That's right, the stakes are a lot higher than we originally thought!" Yamcha admitted. "We're in trouble, guys!"
"Oh! We're history!" Puar cried, and Bulma looked over at Vegeta, needing to hear him say something positive.
"What are we going to do? Not one of us can beat Cell, not even Vegeta or Trunks could beat him! We need Goku.." Yamcha mumbled. Bulma watched as Vegeta stalked off, and she followed behind him.
"What are you doing, Vegeta?" She asked quietly, as he took off his shirt. I've missed that... Kami, he looks good... BUT I'M STILL MAD AT HIM!
"Hear me out." Vegeta started, his voice an icy growl. "I don't care about the people of Earth, but I promise I will destroy Cell."
"I'll go with you!" Trunks ran over toward them, but Bulma was eager to get Vegeta alone.
"Wait.." The blue haired woman stopped her son. "Let me cut your hair before you go. It might..get in the way."
"Uh, thank you." Trunks gave her a light smile.
"Ughh." Vegeta grumbled, but Bulma knew it was now or never.
"MOM!" She called, and her mother ran over.
"What is it, Sweetie?" Mrs. Briefs cooed.
"Can you keep Trunks for a little bit? I've got some things to do. He needs a good nap, anyway." Bulma handed over their toddler, and Vegeta glanced at the small child, fighting the urge to walk over and touch him. Mrs. Briefs walked away, talking gibberish to the baby, as Bulma turned back toward Trunks. "Why don't you go get something to eat, I need a minute alone with your dad."
"O-Okay.." Trunks made his way toward the kitchen, as Bulma glared at the Saiyan in front of her, before walking towards their room. Everything inside of him said to just go, but the prince followed behind her, knowing that something was on her mind. He watched her walk, and thoughts came into his head that shouldn't. But the sight of her... It's been too long..
Ohhhhh ! Bulma is MAD as hell ! Haha... I've been trying to write some longer chapters as I go, since I made you guys wait so long for this story to start back up again. And I apologize for that. I am loving writing it. I love Vegeta and Bulma... They are just something else !
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