It was close to 8pm when Goku and Vega got back into the dorm. The hospital had cleaned up her wounds and put her on crutches so, Goku was opening doors and carrying all the paper work from the hospital. ChiChi and Piccolo were in her dorm when they finally came back. When Piccolo saw Vega hobble in on crutches, he hit the roof.
"What the hell happened?!" he screamed.
"Nothing." She said with a smile.
"Don't tell me nothing!" he shot back, "Your fucking foot is broken."
"Goku, what happened?" ChiChi asked with worry, "You didn't get hurt too, did you?"
"No." he replied.
"Vega, what happened?" Piccolo asked again.
"I hit a mountain side, and my foot isn't broken." Said Vega.
"Oh, then explain why you're on crutches with a bandage around your foot." Piccolo sarcastically replied.
"It's just sprained." Vega sighed, "Badly sprained." Piccolo looked up at Goku.
"Goku, what the hell were you doing with her. It's just her reflexes, I don't think that training her reflexes is something that would require training this hard." Piccolo started, Vega's head shot up, "I should have known you would train too hard with her. She not as strong as you..."
"How do you know about this?" Vega asked as she began to get angry. Piccolo stopped and looked at her.
"What does it matter?" he replied. Goku looked at ChiChi, who had her back turned to them all.
"A lot. It's matters a lot to me." Vega shot back.
"I followed you out this morning." Answered Piccolo, "and when I came back I talked to ChiChi and she told me what you were doing."
"I see."
"I'm not mad about it, I just wish you could have told me about it, and now you're hurt." Piccolo added, "What are you going to do about the exhibition?"
"I'm going to take medicine, and stay off it, and hopefully next weekend, it'll be healed and I will fight." Vega seethed, "Now, get out."
"What?" Piccolo and Goku replied.
"All of you, including you ChiChi, I obviously can't go anywhere and I'm too mad to look at any of you. I should have known better than to even get help from you Kakarrot. If I wanted to beat Vegeta I should have trained on my own. Now it's just created problems with all of us." ChiChi picked up her purse and walked out of the dorm without a word to anyone. Goku followed her, as Piccolo stayed behind.
"I told you, I'm not mad at you for not telling me about your training with Goku." Said Piccolo.
"I don't care if you're mad or not. You followed me out to the valley where I was training because you thought something was up, then you came back her and told ChiChi. I would have at least hoped that you would have kept it to yourself instead of blabbing it to everyone."
"I'm sorry."
"Yea, well so am I. I should have never got help from Kakarrot. Now I'm on these stupid crutches. How am I going to explain this to Vegeta? He's gonna kill Kakarrot, you know that right. So, now, I'm in the shits with Vegeta and I have no hope of winning. Goku is probably pissed as hell at ChiChi, for telling you. But, to make it even extra special, I'm pissed at you."
"For what?" Piccolo snapped back.
"You don't trust me. I thought we had been over this. You have got to have some trust in me."
"I do trust you, plain and simple. But, I was still disturbed by the fact that you wouldn't tell me where you had been." Replied Piccolo.
"Even though, I had told you I was going to tell you eventually and that I wanted to keep it a secret, and that it had nothing to do with you." Snapped Vega.
"Yea, even though all of that, I still wanted to know."
"Why? What would you have done if you found out I was doing something you didn't like?" Vega shot back.
"Because I've been worried about you, ok. I'm kind of like Vegeta in a way; I don't like to show weakness. And you are my weakness."
"Oh, so now I'm a fucking weakness."
"I didn't mean it like that."
"Then explain how you did mean it, Piccolo."
"I've been worried about you since that day I walked into this dorm and found you crying on the couch. You wouldn't tell me what happened and held you in my arms for an hour while you cried." Piccolo yelled at her, "I've wanted to ask you know for almost a month, but I figured you would tell me when you were ready. Since then, when it has come to your training, it's been a very sore topic with you. This is why I followed you."
"What did you think could have possibly been wrong with me?" Vega shook her head at Piccolo.
"I didn't know, and I still don't. I didn't know what was wrong, I didn't know if you were getting into steroids or something worse."
"Please, Piccolo," sighed Vega, "Give me some damn credit. I don't need those retarded drugs that those retarded humans take to boost their power."
"Like I said, Vega, I didn't know." Said Piccolo, "and I was worried. Ok. Now, if you still want me to go, I'll go."
"Go." Said Vega, "I need time to chill out."
"Fine." Said Piccolo as he walked out the door.
Meanwhile, at the mall, Bulma had drug Vegeta on what he would call the shopping trip from hell.
"Bulma, I am not wearing any of these stupid shirts." Vegeta snapped, "I'm a warrior, I don't need to wear this shit." He scorned at a pink shirt Bulma was holding up.
"Vegeta, you need some new clothes, all of your clothes are starting to tear and honestly, sweetie, and they're not fashionable on this planet."
"What? I only wear the finest of clothing, I'm a prince."
"OK, sweetie." Cooed Bulma, "But your clothes are a little odd here. I mean some of them are ok, but you have a lot of clothes that don't look too good. You do want to look good, here on earth, as well as on Vegetasei, right?"
"I suppose." Vegeta said giving in somewhat.
"You'll be the best dressed man in the universe." Bulma boasted to him, "The most powerful and the best dressed."
"Fine." He grumbled, "But put, the pink back."
"Ok." She giggled as she put the pink shirt back.
"By the way, woman," Vegeta started, "What were you planning on wearing to dinner with my father? Hopefully, none of those rags you keep in your closet."
"WHAT!" Snapped Bulma, "I do not own rags."
"Whatever." Sighed Vegeta.
"I'll have you know, Vega told me to wear this short blue dress I own. She said I should wear it to match you."
"You asked Vega for advice on what to wear to dinner." Vegeta rolled his eyes, and then sighed, "She told you to wear that dress because our royal attire is very similar and she didn't want to be the only one in blue. You don't have to match mine. My father does not care what you wear."
"Well, I care. I don't want to meet your father wearing any of those "rags" as you put it." Bulma snapped.
"Well then, lets look for something for you while we're here." Chuckled Vegeta.
"You asked for it, Buddy Boy." Smiled Bulma.
"Asked for what?" replied Vegeta, not knowing what he had gotten into.
It was close to 10pm, when there was a knock on Vega's door. She levitated herself over to the door to answer it. Piccolo stood there with a take out box of something.
"What's in the box?" Vega asked keeping Piccolo in the hallway.
"What do you think it is?" he replied. Vega sniffed the air.
"Sesame Chicken." She half smiled.
"Can I come in?" Piccolo asked, "I just want to talk."
"Sure." She said as she let him in. Piccolo came in and sat down on the floor, while Vega sat on the couch and elevated her foot.
"How is your ankle?" Piccolo asked.
"It's sore, but I can handle it."
"Can I take a look?" Piccolo asked again, "I've had a couple of these myself."
"Sure." Replied Vega. Piccolo began to unwrap her ankle.
"You really should have been putting some ice on it." Piccolo started, "Don't put heat on it though. It'll cause even worse swelling and cause pain."
"That's what the doctors told me." Giggled Vega.
"Well, it's not bruised, but man alive is it swollen." Said Piccolo, "The hospital said there was no fracture?"
"Nope." Said Vega, "But I don't know if I'll be able to fight next weekend."
"You really want to fight next weekend?" Asked Piccolo.
"Yea, I guess. My father is really looking forward to it, plus it'll get my blood boiling for training again." She weakly smiled.
"I'm sorry about earlier." Piccolo said as he took her hand.
"Yea. Me too." Said Vega. The booth sat silent for a few moments, neither not knowing what to say. "Vegeta got transferred into a higher level class."
"Yea, I know." Said Piccolo.
"But, I didn't have anyone to train with other than him. And when my instructor tried train with me, I put him through a wall." Vega started, "That's what upset me. How could I possibly get stronger than Vegeta when he's the only one I could train with? I've never beaten him, not even the first time I became a super saiyan. I want to do it once; it's my goal. That's why I started training with Kakarrot. And the reason I didn't tell anyone is because I didn't want there to be anything that would happen that would result in his finding out."
"Well, your secret is safe with me." Said Piccolo, "I promise you, I won't breathe a word."
"It doesn't matter now." Sighed Vega.
"Why?" asked Piccolo.
"Because, my ankle is sprained. He's going to wonder why I'm on crutches."
"Well, then, I have just what you need." Smirked Piccolo.
"What are you talking about?" Vega asked. Piccolo reached into his pocked and pulled out something and handed it to her. "What is this? It looks like a Lima Bean."
"Well, it is, kind of. It's called a Senzu Bean."
"What do I do with it?" she asked.
"Eat it." He replied.
"Eat it." She asked.
"Eat it."
"I'm not going to flip out and see ChiChi's stuffed animals sing to me am I?" Vega asked.
"It's a Senzu Bean, not acid." Said Piccolo, "I wouldn't ever give you that."
"Ok." Said Vega as she put the bean in her mouth and ate it. In mere seconds, he ankle was completely healed. It was no longer sore or swollen. "Oh my god, Piccolo. I feel great. I'm not even tired anymore, and my ankle feels great."
"See, I told you it was just what you needed." Said Piccolo, as he helped her to her feet so she could see that her ankle was fine.
"Where the hell did you get that?" Asked Vega.
"From a friend?" smiled Piccolo.
"Well, I can't believe it. Thank you!" said Vega as she jumped into Piccolo's arms and kissed his forehead.
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I know it's a sucky place to leave a chapter, but hopefully I'll get the next one out soon. Send me some reviews and hopefully, with those review, I might get some good ideas for my next chapter. See ya soon.
Vegea.
"What the hell happened?!" he screamed.
"Nothing." She said with a smile.
"Don't tell me nothing!" he shot back, "Your fucking foot is broken."
"Goku, what happened?" ChiChi asked with worry, "You didn't get hurt too, did you?"
"No." he replied.
"Vega, what happened?" Piccolo asked again.
"I hit a mountain side, and my foot isn't broken." Said Vega.
"Oh, then explain why you're on crutches with a bandage around your foot." Piccolo sarcastically replied.
"It's just sprained." Vega sighed, "Badly sprained." Piccolo looked up at Goku.
"Goku, what the hell were you doing with her. It's just her reflexes, I don't think that training her reflexes is something that would require training this hard." Piccolo started, Vega's head shot up, "I should have known you would train too hard with her. She not as strong as you..."
"How do you know about this?" Vega asked as she began to get angry. Piccolo stopped and looked at her.
"What does it matter?" he replied. Goku looked at ChiChi, who had her back turned to them all.
"A lot. It's matters a lot to me." Vega shot back.
"I followed you out this morning." Answered Piccolo, "and when I came back I talked to ChiChi and she told me what you were doing."
"I see."
"I'm not mad about it, I just wish you could have told me about it, and now you're hurt." Piccolo added, "What are you going to do about the exhibition?"
"I'm going to take medicine, and stay off it, and hopefully next weekend, it'll be healed and I will fight." Vega seethed, "Now, get out."
"What?" Piccolo and Goku replied.
"All of you, including you ChiChi, I obviously can't go anywhere and I'm too mad to look at any of you. I should have known better than to even get help from you Kakarrot. If I wanted to beat Vegeta I should have trained on my own. Now it's just created problems with all of us." ChiChi picked up her purse and walked out of the dorm without a word to anyone. Goku followed her, as Piccolo stayed behind.
"I told you, I'm not mad at you for not telling me about your training with Goku." Said Piccolo.
"I don't care if you're mad or not. You followed me out to the valley where I was training because you thought something was up, then you came back her and told ChiChi. I would have at least hoped that you would have kept it to yourself instead of blabbing it to everyone."
"I'm sorry."
"Yea, well so am I. I should have never got help from Kakarrot. Now I'm on these stupid crutches. How am I going to explain this to Vegeta? He's gonna kill Kakarrot, you know that right. So, now, I'm in the shits with Vegeta and I have no hope of winning. Goku is probably pissed as hell at ChiChi, for telling you. But, to make it even extra special, I'm pissed at you."
"For what?" Piccolo snapped back.
"You don't trust me. I thought we had been over this. You have got to have some trust in me."
"I do trust you, plain and simple. But, I was still disturbed by the fact that you wouldn't tell me where you had been." Replied Piccolo.
"Even though, I had told you I was going to tell you eventually and that I wanted to keep it a secret, and that it had nothing to do with you." Snapped Vega.
"Yea, even though all of that, I still wanted to know."
"Why? What would you have done if you found out I was doing something you didn't like?" Vega shot back.
"Because I've been worried about you, ok. I'm kind of like Vegeta in a way; I don't like to show weakness. And you are my weakness."
"Oh, so now I'm a fucking weakness."
"I didn't mean it like that."
"Then explain how you did mean it, Piccolo."
"I've been worried about you since that day I walked into this dorm and found you crying on the couch. You wouldn't tell me what happened and held you in my arms for an hour while you cried." Piccolo yelled at her, "I've wanted to ask you know for almost a month, but I figured you would tell me when you were ready. Since then, when it has come to your training, it's been a very sore topic with you. This is why I followed you."
"What did you think could have possibly been wrong with me?" Vega shook her head at Piccolo.
"I didn't know, and I still don't. I didn't know what was wrong, I didn't know if you were getting into steroids or something worse."
"Please, Piccolo," sighed Vega, "Give me some damn credit. I don't need those retarded drugs that those retarded humans take to boost their power."
"Like I said, Vega, I didn't know." Said Piccolo, "and I was worried. Ok. Now, if you still want me to go, I'll go."
"Go." Said Vega, "I need time to chill out."
"Fine." Said Piccolo as he walked out the door.
Meanwhile, at the mall, Bulma had drug Vegeta on what he would call the shopping trip from hell.
"Bulma, I am not wearing any of these stupid shirts." Vegeta snapped, "I'm a warrior, I don't need to wear this shit." He scorned at a pink shirt Bulma was holding up.
"Vegeta, you need some new clothes, all of your clothes are starting to tear and honestly, sweetie, and they're not fashionable on this planet."
"What? I only wear the finest of clothing, I'm a prince."
"OK, sweetie." Cooed Bulma, "But your clothes are a little odd here. I mean some of them are ok, but you have a lot of clothes that don't look too good. You do want to look good, here on earth, as well as on Vegetasei, right?"
"I suppose." Vegeta said giving in somewhat.
"You'll be the best dressed man in the universe." Bulma boasted to him, "The most powerful and the best dressed."
"Fine." He grumbled, "But put, the pink back."
"Ok." She giggled as she put the pink shirt back.
"By the way, woman," Vegeta started, "What were you planning on wearing to dinner with my father? Hopefully, none of those rags you keep in your closet."
"WHAT!" Snapped Bulma, "I do not own rags."
"Whatever." Sighed Vegeta.
"I'll have you know, Vega told me to wear this short blue dress I own. She said I should wear it to match you."
"You asked Vega for advice on what to wear to dinner." Vegeta rolled his eyes, and then sighed, "She told you to wear that dress because our royal attire is very similar and she didn't want to be the only one in blue. You don't have to match mine. My father does not care what you wear."
"Well, I care. I don't want to meet your father wearing any of those "rags" as you put it." Bulma snapped.
"Well then, lets look for something for you while we're here." Chuckled Vegeta.
"You asked for it, Buddy Boy." Smiled Bulma.
"Asked for what?" replied Vegeta, not knowing what he had gotten into.
It was close to 10pm, when there was a knock on Vega's door. She levitated herself over to the door to answer it. Piccolo stood there with a take out box of something.
"What's in the box?" Vega asked keeping Piccolo in the hallway.
"What do you think it is?" he replied. Vega sniffed the air.
"Sesame Chicken." She half smiled.
"Can I come in?" Piccolo asked, "I just want to talk."
"Sure." She said as she let him in. Piccolo came in and sat down on the floor, while Vega sat on the couch and elevated her foot.
"How is your ankle?" Piccolo asked.
"It's sore, but I can handle it."
"Can I take a look?" Piccolo asked again, "I've had a couple of these myself."
"Sure." Replied Vega. Piccolo began to unwrap her ankle.
"You really should have been putting some ice on it." Piccolo started, "Don't put heat on it though. It'll cause even worse swelling and cause pain."
"That's what the doctors told me." Giggled Vega.
"Well, it's not bruised, but man alive is it swollen." Said Piccolo, "The hospital said there was no fracture?"
"Nope." Said Vega, "But I don't know if I'll be able to fight next weekend."
"You really want to fight next weekend?" Asked Piccolo.
"Yea, I guess. My father is really looking forward to it, plus it'll get my blood boiling for training again." She weakly smiled.
"I'm sorry about earlier." Piccolo said as he took her hand.
"Yea. Me too." Said Vega. The booth sat silent for a few moments, neither not knowing what to say. "Vegeta got transferred into a higher level class."
"Yea, I know." Said Piccolo.
"But, I didn't have anyone to train with other than him. And when my instructor tried train with me, I put him through a wall." Vega started, "That's what upset me. How could I possibly get stronger than Vegeta when he's the only one I could train with? I've never beaten him, not even the first time I became a super saiyan. I want to do it once; it's my goal. That's why I started training with Kakarrot. And the reason I didn't tell anyone is because I didn't want there to be anything that would happen that would result in his finding out."
"Well, your secret is safe with me." Said Piccolo, "I promise you, I won't breathe a word."
"It doesn't matter now." Sighed Vega.
"Why?" asked Piccolo.
"Because, my ankle is sprained. He's going to wonder why I'm on crutches."
"Well, then, I have just what you need." Smirked Piccolo.
"What are you talking about?" Vega asked. Piccolo reached into his pocked and pulled out something and handed it to her. "What is this? It looks like a Lima Bean."
"Well, it is, kind of. It's called a Senzu Bean."
"What do I do with it?" she asked.
"Eat it." He replied.
"Eat it." She asked.
"Eat it."
"I'm not going to flip out and see ChiChi's stuffed animals sing to me am I?" Vega asked.
"It's a Senzu Bean, not acid." Said Piccolo, "I wouldn't ever give you that."
"Ok." Said Vega as she put the bean in her mouth and ate it. In mere seconds, he ankle was completely healed. It was no longer sore or swollen. "Oh my god, Piccolo. I feel great. I'm not even tired anymore, and my ankle feels great."
"See, I told you it was just what you needed." Said Piccolo, as he helped her to her feet so she could see that her ankle was fine.
"Where the hell did you get that?" Asked Vega.
"From a friend?" smiled Piccolo.
"Well, I can't believe it. Thank you!" said Vega as she jumped into Piccolo's arms and kissed his forehead.
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I know it's a sucky place to leave a chapter, but hopefully I'll get the next one out soon. Send me some reviews and hopefully, with those review, I might get some good ideas for my next chapter. See ya soon.
Vegea.