Sorry for the slow update!! Now with school and soccer practice, it'll be hard to update, but I promise I'll do it every week. Enjoy! Thanks so much for the reviews!

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After a few more moments of peace and quiet, Vegeta took off into the air and wished that life could've been peaceful all the time. But hell, how could that happen? How could you live a peaceful life with a rival that always beats you, and a dream that always haunts you? He tightened his fists and grimaced with anger. He couldn't believe he had told 'Kakarot' his nightmare.. his hated rival, and he had told him something that never crossed his lips. Was he going crazy? Or maybe.. he was just going soft.

The prince soared through the whole West City, and not even a single light was on. The darkness was somewhat uncomfortable, and the silence was even more strange. Why did it have to be so damn quiet? Trying to ignore the darkness and the absence of sound, Vegeta continued flying toward his home. The wind roared against his body, making shivers run through his back. As if he wasn't weak enough.. now he shivered when the wind made him cold? He needed some serious training..

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A thud sounded on the ground as Vegeta's boots landed on the soft earth. His eyes couldn't help but overlook the Gravity Room that stood perfectly well alone on the right of the lawn.. He smirked and found himself walking to the front door of the 'Room. A strange feeling erupted into the prince's mouth right then.. he tasted a bitter taste of something.. he spat at the grass, and was shocked at what it was. It was.. blood?! He gasped, his eyes widened in shock. What had caused him to spit out blood? A cold nervous sweat ran down his forehead, and Vegeta wiped it away in frustration. The pure signs of weakness and fear; how pathetic. Deciding to ignore the paranoia that filled his heart, he hastily opened the door that led inside the Gravity Room.

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He stumbled over to the controls, and put the room into 500x gravity. Instantly he fell down to the rough floor, scraping up his arms a bit. He gritted his teeth and pulled his arms in front of him. Why was this happening?! He never had a problem with 500x gravity! What was wrong with him? He pushed himself up, supporting his weight on his arms, and gradually sat up, now leaning on his shoulders. His breath was short, his lungs shouted for air. Blood seeped out of his mouth, as he coughed from the lack of air supply. Panic swept over him.. something wasn't right. Was he sick? Maybe he had finally caught a damn human sickness.. or maybe it was something else.. His sensitive saiyan senses were shockingly alert, as if danger was on the way, and was possibly going to overcome him. All the prince knew, was that he felt sick. It felt like his whole world was turning into a black hole, sucking up anything and everything. What the hell was happening? The emotions and feelings that he was feeling was surely familiar.. but how? When he had ever felt like this? Then.. the realization hit him like Goku's fists had just punched his face.. he had felt this before in his nightmare.. this is exactly what he was feeling..

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Goku tossed and turned in his bed, unable to shut his eyes, let alone to get a decent night of rest. His eyelids sagged with fatigue, almost closing shut, but jerking themselves open again. What was wrong? He had no idea what was keeping him up.. it was a quiet December night, the first night of December in fact, and everything should've been in peaceful bliss.. except it wasn't. His saiyan senses were observant, watching every single thing that moved outside, hearing every noise that sounded in the house.. but why? Why was he so alert? He sighed, turning his head over to his beautiful wife. He watched as her slender stomach heaved up and down under the blanket; a smile set on her face. Goku could've laughed; why couldn't she smile when she was awake too?

A twig snapped in the darkness of the wild, and Goku twisted his head to see the outside. He moaned at his own suspicions.. it had only been a squirrel. He chuckled softly and continued to look out at the dark stretch of woods that seemed to go on forever.. If only he knew what dangers and troubles awaited just beyond the forest.. a couple of miles to the east, turn to the left, and down a lawn.. inside the Gravity Room at Capsule Corporation.

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Vegeta finally supported his entire weight on his legs, standing up, but still struggling against the heavy gravity. Why did the gravity effect him so much? Why was he feeling so sick, and so revolted? Why was he so alert, and spitting out blood? And the most important question of all.. why was he feeling the exact emotions he felt in his nightmares? Fear.. pain.. paranoia.. all those and more he was experiencing.. but.. WHY?! Vegeta cried out with rage, an aura exploded around him making the room light up with gold. Blue static circled around the saiyan, signifying his ascendance to the second level. The prince gasped for air, the energy he had let out had been too much.. or was it the fact that he was suffering something that he had never been through? The stubborn saiyan fell onto one knee, as pain swept over his eyes. An excruciating pain ran through his neck, and Vegeta instantly fell to the floor, blood darted down his face. His eyes focused and re-focused back and forth.. until everything around him was blurry. He didn't even dare look back, for he knew there was another presence in the room. Despite the pain he was feeling, his ears picked up the last words he would hear for a long time..

"Hello.. Vegeta.."

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RING RING!

"Damn it.." Bulma opened her eyes and squinted them a bit when nothing but darkness filled them. She looked over at her annoying alarm clock and noticed it had only been a few hours past midnight..

"That damn alarm clock had to wake me up at 4:00 in the morning?" The blue-haired scientist ran her hands over her eyes, trying to wipe away the exhaustion away from them, but having no success. She instantly sat up when she noticed her mate wasn't sleeping soundlessly next to her.

"He must be in the Gravity Room.."

Still, the thought of him training at this hour.. even with the fact of a tournament in a few weeks, it was absurd to stay up at this hour! She leapt to her feet, and opened her door in alarm. Something was wrong.. very wrong.. She felt in in the pit of her stomach.. Her bare feet scraped along the freezing grass, making her legs almost stiff with numbness. But nothing would stop her from checking if her husband was alright. Just a few more inches.. Bulma knew that Vegeta would hate it if she opened the door and reset the gravity, but sometimes desperate times, called for desperate measures. Grasping the handle tightly, she pushed the door, and let it sway open. Bulma covered her hand over her mouth, trying to stifle a scream. Inside, blood plastered all over the walls, and a single lone body, lay at a heap on the floor.

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