With a face of utter terror Gohan traversed through the front door the only sounds his feet lightly tapping the floor and loud words of extreme dissatisfaction that should not be said in front of children or the elderly. Coming to the thresh hold of the kitchen doorway Gohan stopped. Slowly he breathed in deeply and stepped into the kitchen. He tried so hard no to laugh.

Vegeta stood with one hand on the freezer door and the other in the freezer. In the Saiya-jin's hand was a box of what appeared to be ice cream. To be more accurate, the container in which ice cream had once been held within. The iced food was now on the floor and, unfortunately, on Vegeta.

Heaving with anger he slammed the freezer door shut crushing the top half of the fridge. Gohan was just standing there, at 5 like Vegeta had asked, but his face was red with the effort of attempting not to laugh. He failed. "Stop laughing you damned weakling!" Vegeta roared quite unhappy with Gohan's source of amusement. Slowly the laughter abated and Vegeta walked over to the sink with a small towel, wetted it down and began to clean himself off all the time muttering things like, " Damned woman why the hell does she have to…" and, " Stupid brat. Just had to take things into his own hands…"

Curious Gohan walked towards Vegeta and noticed there was a plate of half eaten waffles with a bite still on the fork. Must be where Trunks watched the whole thing from Gohan thought. "Hey Vegeta," began Gohan before he was cut off with a growl and a venomous shut up which he promptly did.

Vegeta started off down the hall. "Follow," was all he said.

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50X gravity was a warm up for Vegeta but Gohan was getting an early thrashing but getting used to it slowly. Every time Gohan seemed to be getting used to the current gravity Vegeta would yank it up a bit. He didn't talk motion to Gohan or in any way acknowledge him. Just kept plunking along as if the world didn't matter. His single minded pursuit of strength amazed the younger Saiya-jin. A sudden push and Gohan realized the gravity had been increased yet again. Struggling off the ground where his rump had just connected he started off again. This time the strain even greater. He started in on some pushups.

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Bruised smoking and sweaty Gohan half walked half dragged himself out of the room. He hadn't trained that hard in years. He really was out of shape. He didn't lke coming out of the gravitron. Stinky, dirty, hurt and tired, but in an odd yet good way he felt good. Like the one thing he had missed out on for years had suddenly been granted to him. Fighting, cruel and painful with no conscience one wa, in another the only way to live, venting stress, anger and grief. Everything was swept away leaving a feeling of contentment to wash over him. He felt really GOOD. Rumble. Only one thing could be that. Rumble. Hunger. And only one thing could fix that, food. Gohan hadn't been that hungry in ages. He swore he never would be. Mom hated having to cook that much food.









Well gee. Im tired and am currently battling writers block. I know where im going but not sure exactly where ill end up. I have this story figured out. And it works in my head. But to put it on paper so all ur heads can figure it out is thoroughly stumping me. Damned erratic piece of crap I call a brain. Ahh well ill figure out what to do by next chapter. Chaz promises. Scouts honor. But you were never in scouts! *smack smack smack* Shut up conscious they don't have to know! He he he. Hey guys. Review!! *runs away very fast*