The rest of the week passed quickly. It was now 3:30pm on Friday. Bulma and Vegeta were walking back to her dorm from lunch. Bulma liked spending her time with Vegeta. As much as he aggravated her, she felt safe around him. She wasn't planning on leaving for home until after dinner since her parents wouldn't be home until around then anyhow. Since, Yamcha said he was coming back this weekend, she wanted someone around her until she left. Once she got home, if he followed her there, she could just tell security not to let him on the grounds.
Bulma and Vegeta walked into the dorm.
"Jeez, she's still in bed?" said a shocked Bulma.
"Who?" asked Vegeta as he shut the door and walked into the dorm.
"Vega." Said Bulma. Bulma moved about the room collecting the things she needed for her weekend home. Vegeta looked at the clock and then looked at his sister still asleep in her bed. He floated up to her loft.
"Vega." He said trying to wake her up. She didn't respond, "Vega." He said shaking her. Finally he smacked her face and said her name once more. Finally she opened her eyes.
"What?" she whined still half asleep?
"You're supposed to be in class." Snapped Vegeta, "It's after 3:30pm. You're missing combat training."
"I'm not going today. I'm tired. Now leave me alone." She said as she rolled over trying to go back to sleep.
"Fine. Whatever, just don't bitch and moan when dad won't send you on any missions because you didn't maintain your skills." Snapped Vegeta.
"Whatever." Moaned Vega as she fell back asleep.
Bulma walked over to Vegeta. "Perhaps we should go to your dorm for awhile, so she can sleep."
"Whatever." Said Vegeta. Bulma and Vegeta got up and walked out of the dorm.
"I'm really worried about her." Said Bulma as they walked toward the elevator.
"Why?" asked Vegeta.
"She hasn't gone to combat training since Monday." Said Bulma. Vegeta's mouth dropped open.
"What do you mean she hasn't gone since Monday?" Snapped Vegeta.
"Well, what do you think I mean by that? Jeez, you don't have to yell." Said Bulma.
"Do you know why she hasn't gone to the class?" asked Vegeta.
"No. I know something happened on Monday, but no one knows what." Said Bulma.
"Why didn't I know something happened? Why do you know and not me?" snapped Vegeta as he unlocked to door to his room and let her in.
"Because," Bulma snapped back, "ChiChi and I walked into the dorm when she was crying. Piccolo was with her, trying to console her, but she wouldn't even tell him what happened. None of us know what happened. She won't tell any of us." Bulma sat down on the couch; Vegeta took a seat next to her.
"Maybe something happened in one of her classes." Said Vegeta.
"I don't know. I figure she'll tell us when she's ready, so don't press her with it." Said Bulma.
"So, my combat instructor announced that there is going to be a combat exhibition for Parents weekend. My instructor wants Vega and I to fight each other in it." Said Vegeta.
"Really, that'll be cool." asked Bulma.
"I wonder if our instructor has talked to Vega about it yet?" Smirked Vegeta.
"I don't know." Said Bulma; "What if she doesn't want to be in the exhibition?" said Bulma.
"Well, she has to be in it. Our father is coming that weekend. If she's not in it, he'll be pissed about her not being in it." Said Vegeta, "and if you know anything about my family, you don't want to piss off my father."
"As a matter of fact Vegeta, I don't know anything about your family." Said Bulma.
"Yea, and?"
"Tell me about your family."
"Why?"
"Do I have to give a reason? I just want to know about your family." Snapped Bulma.
"You know my sister. My mother is dead and my father is the King. There, happy?"
"What happened to your mother?" asked Bulma.
"She died." He said sharply. Bulma rolled her eyes.
"Fine, she died giving birth to what would have been my and Vega's younger brother, but the pain from the birth was too much for her to take and she and the child didn't survive."
"Oh, I'm sorry. How old were you and Vega?" Said Bulma feeling somewhat ashamed for asking such a personal question.
"Don't worry about it." Vegeta said solemnly, "We were 5. It was harder on Vega than it was for me. She's still not really over it."
"Yea, I know. Since she got that blanket back from the cleaners, she hasn't let anyone touch it." Smiled Vega.
"She's very protective of anything that has to do with our mother." Said Vegeta, "When we were in primary schooling, someone insulted our mother in front of us and Vega lost it and beat the poor kid half to death."
"I can see her doing that. She has a habit of flying off the handle about things." Laughed Bulma.
"That's Vega for ya." Chuckled Vegeta, "So, now you know something about my family. Tell me about yours."
"There's really not much to tell." Said Bulma, "My father is a scientist and owns the Capsule Corporation."
"What's that?" asked Vegeta. Bulma reached into her pocket and pulled out a capsule.
"We make these. Basically what they do is capture items into this little capsule and when you click on this top button," she clicked the button and tossed it into the middle of the room, "it takes it out of the capsule. We deal in other products too, but this is the one that made us world famous."
"It's retarded." Laughed Vegeta, "But it could be totally useful when transporting cargo. How do you get these items into a capsule."
"We use an encapsule gun. It encapsules them into a box that fits the item and then puts it into a capsule." Smiled Bulma.
"When my father comes in for Parents Weekend, you have to show him how it works. He might use it for his army or something." Vegeta smiled at her. The both kind of got lost in each other's eyes for a moment, then quickly looked away.
Back upstairs, Vega had pulled herself out of bed and was in the bathroom brushing her teeth. Suddenly, the phone rang. Vega reluctantly answered it.
"Hello?" She said with the toothbrush still in her mouth.
"Hello, could I speak with Vega, please?" asked the male voice on the other end.
"This is she." Said Vega as she took the toothbrush out of her mouth.
"Hi, Vega, this is your combat instructor."
"Oh, hi." Said Vega spitting the toothpaste scum out of her mouth.
"I'm wondering where you've been for the past couple of days?" asked the instructor.
"Well, I didn't really feeling like going to class after I sent my instructor to dream land." Snapped Vega, "I'm probably going to drop the class."
"Well, I don't want you to do that." Said the instructor.
"Why not? I have no need for it, I won't learn anything, and it is pointless for me to go. I don't have anyone on my level to fight with. So, I'm not coming back." Said Vega.
"Vega, listen to me. It would be a shame for you to leave the class over getting in a good hit to me. I've had worse. Listen, there is an exhibition coming up for Parents weekend. I want you and Vegeta to fight each other."
"Let me think about that one for a minute..." said Vega very sarcastically, "What is no!"
"No, listen to me, if we work hard enough, your reflexes will be awesome by Parent weekend, and you might actually have a chance to beat Vegeta. And wouldn't that make your parents proud?" said the instructor trying to play with Vega's pride.
"Leave my father out of this and don't even dare to call him." Hissed Vega.
"Listen, Vega, I want you to think about the exhibition before you drop the class. I would love to have you and your brother fight in this thing. Please think about it." Said the instructor.
"Yea, whatever." Snapped Vega as she hung up the phone and turned around to go lay back down. When she turned around, she came face to face with Goku.
"Kakarrot!" said a shocked Vega.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I actually came in to see if ChiChi was back yet. Her and I have plans this afternoon." Said Goku.
"No, it's alright." Sighed Vega, "How long have you been standing there?"
"Do you want me to lie to make you feel better?"
"No."
"Um since "...I sent my instructor to dreamland." Said Goku.
"Ok, don't say anything to anyone about what you just heard." Said Vega.
"Ok, do you want to talk about it?" asked Goku sitting down on the couch.
"Not really, Kakarrot." Said Vega.
"Why not, it might make you feel better." Vega rolled her eyes.
"It's really not important, rather childish actually."
"So, tell me what's wrong. Everyone has been worried since Monday about you."
"Well isn't that nice." Seethed Vega.
"Come on."
"Ok, fine, but if you tell anyone I swear to Kami, Kakarrot, I will chop you into pieces and use us as fishing bait." Snapped Vega. Goku laughed and agreed not to tell anyone. "Ok, so on Sunday Vegeta told me that he was being moved into the higher class. I'm fine with him being in the higher class, but I'm not fine in that class without him. I don't have anyone near my level to fight with. I train really hard, Kakarrot, but I'm not able to beat my brother. I never have. According to our instructor, I have slow reflexes and he thinks he can help me build them. I want to know how he can build up my reflexes, when I can move faster than he can. I knew I shouldn't have taken the class when I registered for classes. I don't know what I was thinking. So, I accidentally, knocked out our instructor in class Monday. That's when I first realized that I was going to make no head way in this class now that Vegeta is gone. So, on that note, I'm dropping the class I will probably fail anyhow." Goku just sat there and listened to her whole story, never once trying to interrupt.
"Well, how about this. Why don't I help you?"
"Kakarrot, you've got to be kidding?" Laughed Vega, "I know you're an excellent fighter, you can beat my brother, but I don't think getting help from you is a good idea."
"Why not?" asked Goku.
"Well, one, since you can beat my brother, when you beat me, I'll probably die." Said Vega, sarcastically.
"I'm not going to kill you, Vega. Besides, we wouldn't be sparing with a win or lose sense. We'd be sparing to work your reflexes, since that seems to be your problem." Said Goku.
"Do you really think you can help me?" asked Vega.
"I don't know. We'll see when you fight Vegeta in the exhibition." Smiled Goku, "Oh, and, if you don't go back to class, I won't help you."
"You jerk." Laughed Vega.
"Hey! Do you want my help or not?" Goku laughed back.
"Yea, I'll let you help me, but on one condition. I don't want anyone to know, especially Vegeta."
"No problem. We'll start tomorrow. Meet me in the mountain range. I don't think anyone will find us there." Said Goku.
"What time?" asked Vega.
"How about 5am?"
"5am, ok, I'll try and be on time." Smiled Vega. With that Goku got up and left, in search of his girlfriend. Vega sat down on the couch. "Hmm, training with Kakarrot, who would have guessed."
Bulma and Vegeta walked into the dorm.
"Jeez, she's still in bed?" said a shocked Bulma.
"Who?" asked Vegeta as he shut the door and walked into the dorm.
"Vega." Said Bulma. Bulma moved about the room collecting the things she needed for her weekend home. Vegeta looked at the clock and then looked at his sister still asleep in her bed. He floated up to her loft.
"Vega." He said trying to wake her up. She didn't respond, "Vega." He said shaking her. Finally he smacked her face and said her name once more. Finally she opened her eyes.
"What?" she whined still half asleep?
"You're supposed to be in class." Snapped Vegeta, "It's after 3:30pm. You're missing combat training."
"I'm not going today. I'm tired. Now leave me alone." She said as she rolled over trying to go back to sleep.
"Fine. Whatever, just don't bitch and moan when dad won't send you on any missions because you didn't maintain your skills." Snapped Vegeta.
"Whatever." Moaned Vega as she fell back asleep.
Bulma walked over to Vegeta. "Perhaps we should go to your dorm for awhile, so she can sleep."
"Whatever." Said Vegeta. Bulma and Vegeta got up and walked out of the dorm.
"I'm really worried about her." Said Bulma as they walked toward the elevator.
"Why?" asked Vegeta.
"She hasn't gone to combat training since Monday." Said Bulma. Vegeta's mouth dropped open.
"What do you mean she hasn't gone since Monday?" Snapped Vegeta.
"Well, what do you think I mean by that? Jeez, you don't have to yell." Said Bulma.
"Do you know why she hasn't gone to the class?" asked Vegeta.
"No. I know something happened on Monday, but no one knows what." Said Bulma.
"Why didn't I know something happened? Why do you know and not me?" snapped Vegeta as he unlocked to door to his room and let her in.
"Because," Bulma snapped back, "ChiChi and I walked into the dorm when she was crying. Piccolo was with her, trying to console her, but she wouldn't even tell him what happened. None of us know what happened. She won't tell any of us." Bulma sat down on the couch; Vegeta took a seat next to her.
"Maybe something happened in one of her classes." Said Vegeta.
"I don't know. I figure she'll tell us when she's ready, so don't press her with it." Said Bulma.
"So, my combat instructor announced that there is going to be a combat exhibition for Parents weekend. My instructor wants Vega and I to fight each other in it." Said Vegeta.
"Really, that'll be cool." asked Bulma.
"I wonder if our instructor has talked to Vega about it yet?" Smirked Vegeta.
"I don't know." Said Bulma; "What if she doesn't want to be in the exhibition?" said Bulma.
"Well, she has to be in it. Our father is coming that weekend. If she's not in it, he'll be pissed about her not being in it." Said Vegeta, "and if you know anything about my family, you don't want to piss off my father."
"As a matter of fact Vegeta, I don't know anything about your family." Said Bulma.
"Yea, and?"
"Tell me about your family."
"Why?"
"Do I have to give a reason? I just want to know about your family." Snapped Bulma.
"You know my sister. My mother is dead and my father is the King. There, happy?"
"What happened to your mother?" asked Bulma.
"She died." He said sharply. Bulma rolled her eyes.
"Fine, she died giving birth to what would have been my and Vega's younger brother, but the pain from the birth was too much for her to take and she and the child didn't survive."
"Oh, I'm sorry. How old were you and Vega?" Said Bulma feeling somewhat ashamed for asking such a personal question.
"Don't worry about it." Vegeta said solemnly, "We were 5. It was harder on Vega than it was for me. She's still not really over it."
"Yea, I know. Since she got that blanket back from the cleaners, she hasn't let anyone touch it." Smiled Vega.
"She's very protective of anything that has to do with our mother." Said Vegeta, "When we were in primary schooling, someone insulted our mother in front of us and Vega lost it and beat the poor kid half to death."
"I can see her doing that. She has a habit of flying off the handle about things." Laughed Bulma.
"That's Vega for ya." Chuckled Vegeta, "So, now you know something about my family. Tell me about yours."
"There's really not much to tell." Said Bulma, "My father is a scientist and owns the Capsule Corporation."
"What's that?" asked Vegeta. Bulma reached into her pocket and pulled out a capsule.
"We make these. Basically what they do is capture items into this little capsule and when you click on this top button," she clicked the button and tossed it into the middle of the room, "it takes it out of the capsule. We deal in other products too, but this is the one that made us world famous."
"It's retarded." Laughed Vegeta, "But it could be totally useful when transporting cargo. How do you get these items into a capsule."
"We use an encapsule gun. It encapsules them into a box that fits the item and then puts it into a capsule." Smiled Bulma.
"When my father comes in for Parents Weekend, you have to show him how it works. He might use it for his army or something." Vegeta smiled at her. The both kind of got lost in each other's eyes for a moment, then quickly looked away.
Back upstairs, Vega had pulled herself out of bed and was in the bathroom brushing her teeth. Suddenly, the phone rang. Vega reluctantly answered it.
"Hello?" She said with the toothbrush still in her mouth.
"Hello, could I speak with Vega, please?" asked the male voice on the other end.
"This is she." Said Vega as she took the toothbrush out of her mouth.
"Hi, Vega, this is your combat instructor."
"Oh, hi." Said Vega spitting the toothpaste scum out of her mouth.
"I'm wondering where you've been for the past couple of days?" asked the instructor.
"Well, I didn't really feeling like going to class after I sent my instructor to dream land." Snapped Vega, "I'm probably going to drop the class."
"Well, I don't want you to do that." Said the instructor.
"Why not? I have no need for it, I won't learn anything, and it is pointless for me to go. I don't have anyone on my level to fight with. So, I'm not coming back." Said Vega.
"Vega, listen to me. It would be a shame for you to leave the class over getting in a good hit to me. I've had worse. Listen, there is an exhibition coming up for Parents weekend. I want you and Vegeta to fight each other."
"Let me think about that one for a minute..." said Vega very sarcastically, "What is no!"
"No, listen to me, if we work hard enough, your reflexes will be awesome by Parent weekend, and you might actually have a chance to beat Vegeta. And wouldn't that make your parents proud?" said the instructor trying to play with Vega's pride.
"Leave my father out of this and don't even dare to call him." Hissed Vega.
"Listen, Vega, I want you to think about the exhibition before you drop the class. I would love to have you and your brother fight in this thing. Please think about it." Said the instructor.
"Yea, whatever." Snapped Vega as she hung up the phone and turned around to go lay back down. When she turned around, she came face to face with Goku.
"Kakarrot!" said a shocked Vega.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I actually came in to see if ChiChi was back yet. Her and I have plans this afternoon." Said Goku.
"No, it's alright." Sighed Vega, "How long have you been standing there?"
"Do you want me to lie to make you feel better?"
"No."
"Um since "...I sent my instructor to dreamland." Said Goku.
"Ok, don't say anything to anyone about what you just heard." Said Vega.
"Ok, do you want to talk about it?" asked Goku sitting down on the couch.
"Not really, Kakarrot." Said Vega.
"Why not, it might make you feel better." Vega rolled her eyes.
"It's really not important, rather childish actually."
"So, tell me what's wrong. Everyone has been worried since Monday about you."
"Well isn't that nice." Seethed Vega.
"Come on."
"Ok, fine, but if you tell anyone I swear to Kami, Kakarrot, I will chop you into pieces and use us as fishing bait." Snapped Vega. Goku laughed and agreed not to tell anyone. "Ok, so on Sunday Vegeta told me that he was being moved into the higher class. I'm fine with him being in the higher class, but I'm not fine in that class without him. I don't have anyone near my level to fight with. I train really hard, Kakarrot, but I'm not able to beat my brother. I never have. According to our instructor, I have slow reflexes and he thinks he can help me build them. I want to know how he can build up my reflexes, when I can move faster than he can. I knew I shouldn't have taken the class when I registered for classes. I don't know what I was thinking. So, I accidentally, knocked out our instructor in class Monday. That's when I first realized that I was going to make no head way in this class now that Vegeta is gone. So, on that note, I'm dropping the class I will probably fail anyhow." Goku just sat there and listened to her whole story, never once trying to interrupt.
"Well, how about this. Why don't I help you?"
"Kakarrot, you've got to be kidding?" Laughed Vega, "I know you're an excellent fighter, you can beat my brother, but I don't think getting help from you is a good idea."
"Why not?" asked Goku.
"Well, one, since you can beat my brother, when you beat me, I'll probably die." Said Vega, sarcastically.
"I'm not going to kill you, Vega. Besides, we wouldn't be sparing with a win or lose sense. We'd be sparing to work your reflexes, since that seems to be your problem." Said Goku.
"Do you really think you can help me?" asked Vega.
"I don't know. We'll see when you fight Vegeta in the exhibition." Smiled Goku, "Oh, and, if you don't go back to class, I won't help you."
"You jerk." Laughed Vega.
"Hey! Do you want my help or not?" Goku laughed back.
"Yea, I'll let you help me, but on one condition. I don't want anyone to know, especially Vegeta."
"No problem. We'll start tomorrow. Meet me in the mountain range. I don't think anyone will find us there." Said Goku.
"What time?" asked Vega.
"How about 5am?"
"5am, ok, I'll try and be on time." Smiled Vega. With that Goku got up and left, in search of his girlfriend. Vega sat down on the couch. "Hmm, training with Kakarrot, who would have guessed."