Gohan walked into the kitchen happily, slipping on his blue gi shirt

Gohan walked into the kitchen happily, slipping on his blue gi shirt. It was morning and the bright sun blared its warmth into the house, giving it a cozy hot feeling.

" Hey mom!" Gohan called out under his shirt. When he pulled it down, he saw his mother staring at him dumbfounded.

" Gohan…?" She mumbled.

" Yes…?" Gohan returned cautiously. Then, before he knew what she was doing, her arms were wrapped around him tightly and crying onto his muscled shoulder.

" My Gohan's back!" She sobbed.

" Um, Mom…" Gohan squeaked, looking at her from the corner of his eye. " I've been here…"

ChiChi stood up, wiping away her salty tears (most of them on Gohan's shirt), and smiled, " Of course honey! Now finally you can get back to your studying?"

" Where's Dad?" Gohan asked as he watched his mother hurry around the room, shifting things around with new cheer.

" He went to go train with Vegeta," she said distractedly.

" Cool!" Gohan smiled. He hadn't trained in awhile. Maybe they would let him in on the little spar. Gohan began to run to the door but a screech made him go to a complete halt.

" And where do you think YOU'RE going!?" ChiChi shrilled.

" To find Dad…?" Gohan explained weakly, turning the statement into a begging question.

" I don't think so!" ChiChi yelled and pointed to his room. " March! You're going to study!"

Gohan hung his head, lost, and dragged his feet to his room. I guess training would have to wait.

*****

Goku laughed and dodged Vegeta's fist and returned the favor, crashing an iron fist into his sparing partner's stomach.

" Give up, Vegeta," Goku taunted but Vegeta showed no signs of giving up. Instead he attacked with a frenzy of punches and kicks at Goku's head. Goku frowned and dodged them all with strange cat like grace.

" What's wrong with you Kakarott?" Vegeta growled. " Are you too weak to fight back?!"

In reality, Vegeta had realized throughout the whole spar, Kakarott had been giving it everything-as if it was a real fight. Kakarott always kept something back with shackles when sparing with Vegeta. But it has seemed that the bloody things had broken and Kakarott was fighting full force. But Vegeta refused to let that bother him any- even if the low class Saiyan was stronger then him.

" You want me to fight back, Vegeta?" Goku asked. He grinned slowly. " All right." Vegeta never knew what hit him.

Suddenly Goku was everywhere, slamming fists, kicks, blasts, everything into Vegeta. A kick in the arm followed by a punch in the chest. Behind now, a blast in the shoulder then a kick in the spine. Too fast to comprehend. Too much to think. Before Vegeta knew what was happening next, he was on the ground groaning in immense pain. He couldn't feel his right arm. He tasted his own blood with dirt in his mouth.

" Looks like I got a little carried away," Goku's voice reached Vegeta's ears. He heard the soft padding and shuffling of dirt as Goku walked over and knelt down over Vegeta. Vegeta tried to speak but instead spit out his own blood upon the ground.

" Ew," Goku said with a fake revolted sound. Behind closed eyelids, Vegeta could hear Goku shift back and forth.

" Nothing to say Vegeta?" Goku asked in an innocent tone, almost shocked. " That's odd for you. You always have the last word for everything."

Vegeta opened his mouth to speak but again choked on his disgusting blood.

" Ah, you're in pain," Goku said. As if that wasn't obvious. " Well don't worry Vegeta. Everything is going to work out just fine."

Vegeta felt Goku's hand on the back of his neck. Vegeta strained and opened his eyes. He couldn't see Goku, only a strange dark haziness in his eyes. It swallowed his vision and soon, Vegeta didn't see or hear any more.