Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z is owned by the absolute genious Akira Toryama. I
do not own these characters, or make any prophet what-so-ever off of this
story. I write it out of respect for Akira, and his wonderful characters.
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From The Author: Thankyou to Rissa of the Saiya-jin for the great review, and Vicy-chan for referring my story to her. I now have thirty-three reveiws. Thankyou to everyone.
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Chapter Fourteen; It Begins
Vegeta had been in the room for another three months. So much of his now almost twenty two years life, so many of his overall memories took place in that room. He had grown so used to being alone, that he feared he may have trouble getting used to being around people again when this was all over. He stretched. He had insisted that a window was installed on the door, and he often watched Kami-sama or Popo go by very slowly, sometimes being outside his window for hours, and once, when Popo cleaned, he was out there for weeks. He didn't fear them spying on him, because he was sure that any movement that he made would be way to fast for them to see.
Vegeta now not only trained himself for strength, but for control. He would practice grabbing eggs, or glasses, or other fragile items that he was supplied with in order to get an idea of how hard he could squwees them. He estimated that it would take somewhere between the strength to break an egg and a glass to hurt bulma's arm, and more than both to break it. He was really learning.
Plus, he was finding it increasingly easy to lift the wieghts Kami had left for him. He felt pride in his strength. It felt strange to him that through all this, no more than six hours had gone by since he'd seen Bulma. She would never understand unless they could change places for a year, and that would never happen. He shook off the need to talk to her, and returned to his trianing.
"I'd say it's about time that I upgrade to a heavier shirt.", he said, going over to his closet, and finding the shirt that weighed fifty-thousand pounds. He wasn't this heavy on Planet Frieza. "I wish frieza were here with a scouter now.", he said smirking, "I probebly match him already.", honestly, he knew it wasn't true, but he was sure he'd be able to take down that pretty boy, Zarbon, atleast.
Vegeta had mastered training in this place, and was in no danger of losing his mind. He decided to test this, and not come out for another year and three quarters. She had to be impressed at that.
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It had been slightly over six hours since Vegeta flew off, which meant by Bulma's calculations, that he had already been training for about three more months. Oh, how could he do it? How could he stand being in there alone for so long? Well, he said that he would only spend twice that long in there, so she would see him in another six hours, or soo she thought...
The six hours passed, and it was night...
Twelve more hours passed, and he still hadn't returned...
"Why aren't you back yet?", she said crying, "Where are you,...my...sweet prince." She cried for only a minute, then something somehow calmed her down, and she once again fell into peaceful, and much needed slumber.
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Vegeta took his hands off the side of his head. For over six hours, he had felt her tears, then he thought, 'Don't cry! Everything wiil be ok.', as hard as he could, and it stopped. She was so fragile. It was tearing him apart that he was going to leave her alone like this for even one more day, and he had to be alone for almost another year. He could do it, and she would just have to take it.
He looked at the two clocks. "I will be a legend.", he said to himself, "Frieza's got nothing on me." At the mention of the word legend, Vegeta suddenly thought of a myth of his Saiya-jin past; The Legendary Super-Saiya- jin. His father would often brag of his strength when he was a child, saying that he would be to be the first in a thousand years to reach this form. He chuckled at the high hopes he used to have, and at his respect for his father before Frieza had taken him. He wondered momentarily if a non- transformed Saiya-jin *could* beat Frieza, if his absolute limit would simply be too low to defeat the lizzard. Frieza had always known that no Saiya-jin could beat him, but was it the legendary transformation that he feared? Vegeta now had an actual goal.
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Another year/day passed by...
Vegeta looked at the clock. In the last month of his training, he had had to spare his food, so he was hungry. He had spent the last month practicing nothing but control. He was proud to say that he could throw an egg with all his might, fly to it, and catch it, slowing it down first with his bare hands, without breaking it. He would never hurt her again.
Three, two, one...He flew out, and his vision went white. "Kami-sama!", he yelled.
"Yes, Vegeta, what's wrong?"
"I'm blind."
"Vegeta, calm down. Your not actually blind. Just calm down, and accept the colors. Close your eyes, then open them slowly, and expect the colors. Don't let them shock you."
Vegeta did as Kami said, and a small patch of fussy vission returned. "I can still barely see."
"I'm going to help you. Calm down. Don't push me away."
"Alright.", he said.
He felt Kami's hand go over his eyes, and the slight pressure within them slowly started to susbide. When his hand came off, Vegeta could see again, and Kami was breathing heavily and sweating. "There, Vegeta. The only hope for the planet can not be blind."
"You can heal?!",Vegeta said, "I didn't know that dieties could heal."
"Most can't, but the power is actually just something that comes from my Namekian past. I had to be born somewhere you know. Since I'm not catually very adept in the healing power that all Nameks somewhat have, I can only heal small injuries, and it takes nearly all of my energy to do so."
"Thanyou.", Vegeta said reluctantly. He had rarely thanked anyone, but this person had saved his eyes.
"Your welcome, ofcoarse. By the way, Vegeta, you were in there for two years. I believe that's a record. I feel the dramtic change in your power. Did you know that your far over twice as strong as you were the last time you saw me."
"Are you serious?!", Vegeta asked.
"Yes, Vegeta. I know that you want to leave now, and I won't keep you."
Vegeta nodded, and sped toward Bulma's house.
"Vegeta?...Vegeta!", she yelled, running toward him. He accepted her into his arms. "I thought you you were dead!", she said.
"Oh, come on. If I had died, you would have felt it. I was in agony for six hours when you cried. It took me that long to calm you down. What was wrong?", he asked pushing her away, and looking into her eyes.
"I...You said you would come back. You didn't. It's been so long."
"*You* think it has been long. Bulma, from my point of view, it's been two years."
"I can't even imagine." She jumped at him again, and he lifted her into his arms like he had so many years ago, and let his aura flare up around her.
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"Vegeta, just-"
"I know.", he cut her off, and put one hand behind her head, kissing her passionately. "You know.", he said, "Bonding isn't half bad."
"What is-? Never mind.", she said, as she looked into his eyes, and understood everything. Over his two lonely years, he had become moe mature, and accepted his feelings. Plus, he had missed her. She could see it. "Vegeta, I love you."
He didn't respond, but just kissed her again. His aura around her felt so good. It reminded her so much of the day that she thought she had lost him forever, except now she had him. He wouldn't leave her again. "What have Nappa and Raddits been up to?", he asked.
"Mostly just eating me out of house and home."
"Sounds like the Baka's.", he put her down.
"Don't leave again, Vegeta. Stay with me for a while.", she said, grabbing his hand, and pulling.
"Ofcoarse I'm not leaving yet. I have plentry of time to train. I need a break." He layed down on the couch, and rested his head in his hands.
"Oh, Vegeta, if your tired, I can show you to a good bed."
"I'm not tired. I'm just hungry. Fetch me dinner, woman."
She felt angry at him for a minute, then just smiled, and said mockingly, "Yes, your magesty." Somehow, this just seemed right. He loved her. Maybe he just had a strange way of showing it.
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From The Author: Hay, my rev iews just hit thirty-six. Thanks again. Oh, I'm not sure if Kami has healing powers. I just kinda made that up. Anyway, I hoped you liked it. I hope this chapter didn't get too mushy. I'll be getting to the good stuff soon. Well, see ya! *__^
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From The Author: Thankyou to Rissa of the Saiya-jin for the great review, and Vicy-chan for referring my story to her. I now have thirty-three reveiws. Thankyou to everyone.
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Chapter Fourteen; It Begins
Vegeta had been in the room for another three months. So much of his now almost twenty two years life, so many of his overall memories took place in that room. He had grown so used to being alone, that he feared he may have trouble getting used to being around people again when this was all over. He stretched. He had insisted that a window was installed on the door, and he often watched Kami-sama or Popo go by very slowly, sometimes being outside his window for hours, and once, when Popo cleaned, he was out there for weeks. He didn't fear them spying on him, because he was sure that any movement that he made would be way to fast for them to see.
Vegeta now not only trained himself for strength, but for control. He would practice grabbing eggs, or glasses, or other fragile items that he was supplied with in order to get an idea of how hard he could squwees them. He estimated that it would take somewhere between the strength to break an egg and a glass to hurt bulma's arm, and more than both to break it. He was really learning.
Plus, he was finding it increasingly easy to lift the wieghts Kami had left for him. He felt pride in his strength. It felt strange to him that through all this, no more than six hours had gone by since he'd seen Bulma. She would never understand unless they could change places for a year, and that would never happen. He shook off the need to talk to her, and returned to his trianing.
"I'd say it's about time that I upgrade to a heavier shirt.", he said, going over to his closet, and finding the shirt that weighed fifty-thousand pounds. He wasn't this heavy on Planet Frieza. "I wish frieza were here with a scouter now.", he said smirking, "I probebly match him already.", honestly, he knew it wasn't true, but he was sure he'd be able to take down that pretty boy, Zarbon, atleast.
Vegeta had mastered training in this place, and was in no danger of losing his mind. He decided to test this, and not come out for another year and three quarters. She had to be impressed at that.
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It had been slightly over six hours since Vegeta flew off, which meant by Bulma's calculations, that he had already been training for about three more months. Oh, how could he do it? How could he stand being in there alone for so long? Well, he said that he would only spend twice that long in there, so she would see him in another six hours, or soo she thought...
The six hours passed, and it was night...
Twelve more hours passed, and he still hadn't returned...
"Why aren't you back yet?", she said crying, "Where are you,...my...sweet prince." She cried for only a minute, then something somehow calmed her down, and she once again fell into peaceful, and much needed slumber.
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Vegeta took his hands off the side of his head. For over six hours, he had felt her tears, then he thought, 'Don't cry! Everything wiil be ok.', as hard as he could, and it stopped. She was so fragile. It was tearing him apart that he was going to leave her alone like this for even one more day, and he had to be alone for almost another year. He could do it, and she would just have to take it.
He looked at the two clocks. "I will be a legend.", he said to himself, "Frieza's got nothing on me." At the mention of the word legend, Vegeta suddenly thought of a myth of his Saiya-jin past; The Legendary Super-Saiya- jin. His father would often brag of his strength when he was a child, saying that he would be to be the first in a thousand years to reach this form. He chuckled at the high hopes he used to have, and at his respect for his father before Frieza had taken him. He wondered momentarily if a non- transformed Saiya-jin *could* beat Frieza, if his absolute limit would simply be too low to defeat the lizzard. Frieza had always known that no Saiya-jin could beat him, but was it the legendary transformation that he feared? Vegeta now had an actual goal.
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Another year/day passed by...
Vegeta looked at the clock. In the last month of his training, he had had to spare his food, so he was hungry. He had spent the last month practicing nothing but control. He was proud to say that he could throw an egg with all his might, fly to it, and catch it, slowing it down first with his bare hands, without breaking it. He would never hurt her again.
Three, two, one...He flew out, and his vision went white. "Kami-sama!", he yelled.
"Yes, Vegeta, what's wrong?"
"I'm blind."
"Vegeta, calm down. Your not actually blind. Just calm down, and accept the colors. Close your eyes, then open them slowly, and expect the colors. Don't let them shock you."
Vegeta did as Kami said, and a small patch of fussy vission returned. "I can still barely see."
"I'm going to help you. Calm down. Don't push me away."
"Alright.", he said.
He felt Kami's hand go over his eyes, and the slight pressure within them slowly started to susbide. When his hand came off, Vegeta could see again, and Kami was breathing heavily and sweating. "There, Vegeta. The only hope for the planet can not be blind."
"You can heal?!",Vegeta said, "I didn't know that dieties could heal."
"Most can't, but the power is actually just something that comes from my Namekian past. I had to be born somewhere you know. Since I'm not catually very adept in the healing power that all Nameks somewhat have, I can only heal small injuries, and it takes nearly all of my energy to do so."
"Thanyou.", Vegeta said reluctantly. He had rarely thanked anyone, but this person had saved his eyes.
"Your welcome, ofcoarse. By the way, Vegeta, you were in there for two years. I believe that's a record. I feel the dramtic change in your power. Did you know that your far over twice as strong as you were the last time you saw me."
"Are you serious?!", Vegeta asked.
"Yes, Vegeta. I know that you want to leave now, and I won't keep you."
Vegeta nodded, and sped toward Bulma's house.
"Vegeta?...Vegeta!", she yelled, running toward him. He accepted her into his arms. "I thought you you were dead!", she said.
"Oh, come on. If I had died, you would have felt it. I was in agony for six hours when you cried. It took me that long to calm you down. What was wrong?", he asked pushing her away, and looking into her eyes.
"I...You said you would come back. You didn't. It's been so long."
"*You* think it has been long. Bulma, from my point of view, it's been two years."
"I can't even imagine." She jumped at him again, and he lifted her into his arms like he had so many years ago, and let his aura flare up around her.
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"Vegeta, just-"
"I know.", he cut her off, and put one hand behind her head, kissing her passionately. "You know.", he said, "Bonding isn't half bad."
"What is-? Never mind.", she said, as she looked into his eyes, and understood everything. Over his two lonely years, he had become moe mature, and accepted his feelings. Plus, he had missed her. She could see it. "Vegeta, I love you."
He didn't respond, but just kissed her again. His aura around her felt so good. It reminded her so much of the day that she thought she had lost him forever, except now she had him. He wouldn't leave her again. "What have Nappa and Raddits been up to?", he asked.
"Mostly just eating me out of house and home."
"Sounds like the Baka's.", he put her down.
"Don't leave again, Vegeta. Stay with me for a while.", she said, grabbing his hand, and pulling.
"Ofcoarse I'm not leaving yet. I have plentry of time to train. I need a break." He layed down on the couch, and rested his head in his hands.
"Oh, Vegeta, if your tired, I can show you to a good bed."
"I'm not tired. I'm just hungry. Fetch me dinner, woman."
She felt angry at him for a minute, then just smiled, and said mockingly, "Yes, your magesty." Somehow, this just seemed right. He loved her. Maybe he just had a strange way of showing it.
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From The Author: Hay, my rev iews just hit thirty-six. Thanks again. Oh, I'm not sure if Kami has healing powers. I just kinda made that up. Anyway, I hoped you liked it. I hope this chapter didn't get too mushy. I'll be getting to the good stuff soon. Well, see ya! *__^