Vegeta thought it best not to let anyone know about his kingly ability. For one thing, that might make Piccolo and a few of the human fighters a bit nervous about his power; for another, Bulma would kill him if she found out he had given her a migraine.
To make up for his unwillingness to use his royal inheritance, he had increased his training regimen to insane levels. He *would* defeat Kakarot soon. He would show him the power of true Saiyan royalty.
***
Bulma watched him, a bit nervously, through the window into the gravity chamber. True, in the few days since she had become a Saiyan, she realized she herself had gotten a bit of an urge to fight, but she thought Vegeta was going a bit far. Even further than normal. Which was very far indeed.
"I think it has something to do with him being King."
Bulma jumped. Mirai was standing right behind her.
"Sorry about that."
"That's OK. But how did you know what I was thinking about?"
"Well, I noticed he's been pushing himself even more than usual lately. Then I see you looking in on him with a worried expression. Doesn't take a temporal physicist to figure things out," he said, smiling.
She gave a short laugh. "You have a point. I think that now that he's King, he *really* thinks he has a duty to beat Goku. Like all the previous kings' pride and honor is riding on him."
Mirai nodded. The two of them stood there in silence for a second, watching Vegeta. Then he looked up and noticed them.
"Well, kid? Think you can take it? Come on in."
Mirai opened the large door and walked in, struggling under the intense gravity. Bulma, driven partially by her new Saiyan urges, partially by curiosity, tried to follow, but Vegeta stopped her.
"Don't."
"Why not?" she said, a bit affronted. "I can go Super Saiyan--"
"Super Saiyan 3, I know. But gravity training puts pressure on more than just the body. If you want to do this, fine, but we'll have to start you off at a lower level of gravity."
He moved in close and whispered. "And besides...we don't want anything to happen to you, any accidents or anything. We've got to have at least one more offspring. Keep the race going."
While she was still standing there in a bit of a shock, he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "We can work out the details later. Now go and start dinner."
***
Bulma was slicing cabbages; she had to be very gentle nowadays. Too much force and she could very easily send the knife slicing through the counter.
She was mulling over what her husband had said. *Gravity training puts pressure on more than just the body? What does he mean by that?*
She shook her head. She could figure it out later. But one thing wasn't in dispute. Now that she was a Saiyan as well, he wanted to have at least one more kid, and from the sound of it more than that.
She wouldn't mind another one herself, to tell the truth, but just how many would he want? She hoped he wasn't reverting to his old self again.
"Of course not, you silly onna."
She spun on her heel. Vegeta was leaning in the doorway, smirking, towel draped around his neck.
"I don't believe this. Can *everyone* read my mind?"
"In this case, yes and no. Don't you remember our bond? It used to just be one way...you could sense me, but not I you. Well, now that you're a full Saiyan, the bond has been completed. I can sense you now, and we can also sense very strong feelings from one another. I can't read your mind in that I can repeat your exact thoughts back to you, but I was able to get the gist of what you were thinking. And I'm not going back to the way I used to be."
"Thank the heavens for that." She thought for a moment. "Should we tell Gohan and Videl about this?"
He snickered. "They already know of the bond, sort of. Remember when Buu nearly killed him? You told me, later, that she had a feeling...nothing more...that he was still alive. That was their bond in action, even though they had known each other for only a few days."
"Amazing. Love works in funny ways."
"If you say so." She shot him a glare.
To make up for his unwillingness to use his royal inheritance, he had increased his training regimen to insane levels. He *would* defeat Kakarot soon. He would show him the power of true Saiyan royalty.
***
Bulma watched him, a bit nervously, through the window into the gravity chamber. True, in the few days since she had become a Saiyan, she realized she herself had gotten a bit of an urge to fight, but she thought Vegeta was going a bit far. Even further than normal. Which was very far indeed.
"I think it has something to do with him being King."
Bulma jumped. Mirai was standing right behind her.
"Sorry about that."
"That's OK. But how did you know what I was thinking about?"
"Well, I noticed he's been pushing himself even more than usual lately. Then I see you looking in on him with a worried expression. Doesn't take a temporal physicist to figure things out," he said, smiling.
She gave a short laugh. "You have a point. I think that now that he's King, he *really* thinks he has a duty to beat Goku. Like all the previous kings' pride and honor is riding on him."
Mirai nodded. The two of them stood there in silence for a second, watching Vegeta. Then he looked up and noticed them.
"Well, kid? Think you can take it? Come on in."
Mirai opened the large door and walked in, struggling under the intense gravity. Bulma, driven partially by her new Saiyan urges, partially by curiosity, tried to follow, but Vegeta stopped her.
"Don't."
"Why not?" she said, a bit affronted. "I can go Super Saiyan--"
"Super Saiyan 3, I know. But gravity training puts pressure on more than just the body. If you want to do this, fine, but we'll have to start you off at a lower level of gravity."
He moved in close and whispered. "And besides...we don't want anything to happen to you, any accidents or anything. We've got to have at least one more offspring. Keep the race going."
While she was still standing there in a bit of a shock, he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "We can work out the details later. Now go and start dinner."
***
Bulma was slicing cabbages; she had to be very gentle nowadays. Too much force and she could very easily send the knife slicing through the counter.
She was mulling over what her husband had said. *Gravity training puts pressure on more than just the body? What does he mean by that?*
She shook her head. She could figure it out later. But one thing wasn't in dispute. Now that she was a Saiyan as well, he wanted to have at least one more kid, and from the sound of it more than that.
She wouldn't mind another one herself, to tell the truth, but just how many would he want? She hoped he wasn't reverting to his old self again.
"Of course not, you silly onna."
She spun on her heel. Vegeta was leaning in the doorway, smirking, towel draped around his neck.
"I don't believe this. Can *everyone* read my mind?"
"In this case, yes and no. Don't you remember our bond? It used to just be one way...you could sense me, but not I you. Well, now that you're a full Saiyan, the bond has been completed. I can sense you now, and we can also sense very strong feelings from one another. I can't read your mind in that I can repeat your exact thoughts back to you, but I was able to get the gist of what you were thinking. And I'm not going back to the way I used to be."
"Thank the heavens for that." She thought for a moment. "Should we tell Gohan and Videl about this?"
He snickered. "They already know of the bond, sort of. Remember when Buu nearly killed him? You told me, later, that she had a feeling...nothing more...that he was still alive. That was their bond in action, even though they had known each other for only a few days."
"Amazing. Love works in funny ways."
"If you say so." She shot him a glare.