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.
