Takes place right after movie 9, which is after the Cell saga. Bulma mentioned to ChiChi at the World Martial Arts Tournament that Vegeta seemed to have lost his fighting spirit since Goku sacrificed himself to Cell. This is our imagination on what may have happened that brought Vegeta out of his mopey stage to the Vegeta we all know so well. We don't own DBZ or characters; we just like to manipulate them. Tell us what you think of this story, would love reviews!
Earlier that day...
"VEGETA!!!" Bulma screamed. Vegeta looked at her unwillingly, and slumped back in the bed.
"I am sick of this Vegeta. You have got to get up out of this bed and do something with your time. I am tired of seeing you mope around day after day. It is ridiculous. Go train!"
"Woman leave me alone, I need sleep."
"And since when did you ever spend the whole day sleeping? Get up." She said pulling the covers off of him, and trying to get him out of the bed.
"Woman would you just go away." Vegeta said again, with a softer tone than usual, covering his head with a pillow.
"Fine, you lazy monkey. Just watch your life waste away for all I care. I don't know what else to do with you. I had hoped that everyone coming over for a party tomorrow night would help get you out of this, but..."she said before Vegeta cut her off...
"Since when have I ever been inclined to go or even enjoy one of your measly parties?"
"Obviously never!" She said, slamming the door and storming out of the room.
`Why is she doing this?' Vegeta thought to himself.
That night...
Bulma relaxed back on the couch after putting little Trunks to bed. Future Trunks had not yet left, and for that she was grateful. At first she had to admit it was quite strange having him around, knowing that he was her son from the distant future. She even had to admit that it was odd in itself that her and Vegeta had ever ended up with a kid. It was not something she had thought about from time to time, it just happened. Something about Vegeta was dark and mysterious. He was not the ordinary guy, and defiantly had an attitude that wouldn't quit. He was so stuck on himself, and being the best at everything, that he didn't seem to realize the loneliness that consumed him. Bulma had to admit, she had hoped that her and Yamcha would stay together for the rest of their lives, but then Vegeta entered the picture. After having him reside at her house, and occasionally send glances her way, she found something intriguing about his stature. Her and Yamcha had been together for so
long, that he was kind of predictable. Things started to become boring, and even a little redundant. So, when the Prince himself waltzed his way in to her life, he was defiantly less than ordinary. Yamcha agreed to part ways, and Bulma was once again alone. A loneliness that seemed to inhabit Vegeta as well, and that's what tied the connection together, aside from their constant tirades. She came to realize that Vegeta was not just trying to argue with her, he was baiting her to fight with him. It was in his nature to insult everyone, but she seemed to find something beyond it. It was a game to him, and he marveled at the fact that unlike everyone else, she would stand up to him and fight.
But lately, Vegeta wasn't himself. Something in his demeanor had altered since Goku's death, and the Prince seemed taken aback by the whole situation. Future Trunks also seemed shocked by Vegeta's constant moping around. When he had first met his father, he noticed the pride that so greatly made up his nature. It was that pride that most impressed him. Even though he was cocky and out of line with his insults most of the time, he was still his father and that would never change. However, everyone at the Capsule Corp seemed stunned at Vegeta's present state. It defiantly was not the Vegeta that everyone was accustomed to.
After some time of flipping through channels, Bulma sighed heavily. It was late, but she defiantly wasn't in the mood for sleep. In a way she had hoped baby Trunks would wake up from his quiet slumber, so she would have an excuse to get up, and have something to bide her time. Usually she would groan and reluctantly not want to get up at his every cry, but tonight it didn't seem to matter. It was now two in the morning, and everyone else was asleep. Even the arrogant Prince himself, was asleep upstairs, in their bed...which for some reason he stayed in quite often now. He never before would even come near her when the androids first arrived. He would have nothing to do with her. Then ever since Goku sacrificed himself, he hadn't been the same. It was as if something was gnawing at him, and it stayed with him every hour of the day. It wasn't like him to do nothing all day, but recently that had been his schedule. She had wished that he would get back to training, she knew it
was one of the most important things on his agenda, but now the fighting spirit in him was gone. More than anything she wanted it to come back to him, it was what made him as interesting as he was. She often missed his insults, but now even that wasn't in him anymore.
He would just sleep to late hours in the afternoon, and eat whenever he came downstairs, if he came downstairs. Sometimes he would spend the whole day in bed, and she would have to drag him out to do anything. Other times she would find him on the couch watching TV, or leaving to go sulk. There were even nights when she would find him on the roof, or out on the balcony looking off into the sky as if to find something in himself that he could never be. It was killing her to see him in this state. As much as he got on her nerves, she missed the old Vegeta, and did not like the road he seemed to be headed down. At this point he would just become some fallen warrior, and no one would ever hear of him again, and she knew that that wasn't what he wanted. He was the great warrior he always boasted about, and it was about time he came back to the real world, instead of in the imaginary one he was in right now. At that thought, she got up, and stormed up the steps. He was not going
to stay like this any longer, she wouldn't allow it.
Earlier that day...
"VEGETA!!!" Bulma screamed. Vegeta looked at her unwillingly, and slumped back in the bed.
"I am sick of this Vegeta. You have got to get up out of this bed and do something with your time. I am tired of seeing you mope around day after day. It is ridiculous. Go train!"
"Woman leave me alone, I need sleep."
"And since when did you ever spend the whole day sleeping? Get up." She said pulling the covers off of him, and trying to get him out of the bed.
"Woman would you just go away." Vegeta said again, with a softer tone than usual, covering his head with a pillow.
"Fine, you lazy monkey. Just watch your life waste away for all I care. I don't know what else to do with you. I had hoped that everyone coming over for a party tomorrow night would help get you out of this, but..."she said before Vegeta cut her off...
"Since when have I ever been inclined to go or even enjoy one of your measly parties?"
"Obviously never!" She said, slamming the door and storming out of the room.
`Why is she doing this?' Vegeta thought to himself.
That night...
Bulma relaxed back on the couch after putting little Trunks to bed. Future Trunks had not yet left, and for that she was grateful. At first she had to admit it was quite strange having him around, knowing that he was her son from the distant future. She even had to admit that it was odd in itself that her and Vegeta had ever ended up with a kid. It was not something she had thought about from time to time, it just happened. Something about Vegeta was dark and mysterious. He was not the ordinary guy, and defiantly had an attitude that wouldn't quit. He was so stuck on himself, and being the best at everything, that he didn't seem to realize the loneliness that consumed him. Bulma had to admit, she had hoped that her and Yamcha would stay together for the rest of their lives, but then Vegeta entered the picture. After having him reside at her house, and occasionally send glances her way, she found something intriguing about his stature. Her and Yamcha had been together for so
long, that he was kind of predictable. Things started to become boring, and even a little redundant. So, when the Prince himself waltzed his way in to her life, he was defiantly less than ordinary. Yamcha agreed to part ways, and Bulma was once again alone. A loneliness that seemed to inhabit Vegeta as well, and that's what tied the connection together, aside from their constant tirades. She came to realize that Vegeta was not just trying to argue with her, he was baiting her to fight with him. It was in his nature to insult everyone, but she seemed to find something beyond it. It was a game to him, and he marveled at the fact that unlike everyone else, she would stand up to him and fight.
But lately, Vegeta wasn't himself. Something in his demeanor had altered since Goku's death, and the Prince seemed taken aback by the whole situation. Future Trunks also seemed shocked by Vegeta's constant moping around. When he had first met his father, he noticed the pride that so greatly made up his nature. It was that pride that most impressed him. Even though he was cocky and out of line with his insults most of the time, he was still his father and that would never change. However, everyone at the Capsule Corp seemed stunned at Vegeta's present state. It defiantly was not the Vegeta that everyone was accustomed to.
After some time of flipping through channels, Bulma sighed heavily. It was late, but she defiantly wasn't in the mood for sleep. In a way she had hoped baby Trunks would wake up from his quiet slumber, so she would have an excuse to get up, and have something to bide her time. Usually she would groan and reluctantly not want to get up at his every cry, but tonight it didn't seem to matter. It was now two in the morning, and everyone else was asleep. Even the arrogant Prince himself, was asleep upstairs, in their bed...which for some reason he stayed in quite often now. He never before would even come near her when the androids first arrived. He would have nothing to do with her. Then ever since Goku sacrificed himself, he hadn't been the same. It was as if something was gnawing at him, and it stayed with him every hour of the day. It wasn't like him to do nothing all day, but recently that had been his schedule. She had wished that he would get back to training, she knew it
was one of the most important things on his agenda, but now the fighting spirit in him was gone. More than anything she wanted it to come back to him, it was what made him as interesting as he was. She often missed his insults, but now even that wasn't in him anymore.
He would just sleep to late hours in the afternoon, and eat whenever he came downstairs, if he came downstairs. Sometimes he would spend the whole day in bed, and she would have to drag him out to do anything. Other times she would find him on the couch watching TV, or leaving to go sulk. There were even nights when she would find him on the roof, or out on the balcony looking off into the sky as if to find something in himself that he could never be. It was killing her to see him in this state. As much as he got on her nerves, she missed the old Vegeta, and did not like the road he seemed to be headed down. At this point he would just become some fallen warrior, and no one would ever hear of him again, and she knew that that wasn't what he wanted. He was the great warrior he always boasted about, and it was about time he came back to the real world, instead of in the imaginary one he was in right now. At that thought, she got up, and stormed up the steps. He was not going
to stay like this any longer, she wouldn't allow it.
