I lay down on the bed and turned on the TV set. I started changing from one channel to another. This turned out to be one of the most boring day of my entire life! Just when I almost reached the 465 G mark, that stupid capsule had to break down! I've waited three long days for that old geezer and his stupid bitch of a daughter to fix up that thing! What's taking them so long?! I gotta become a Super Saiyan the soonest possible time! I tossed the remote control aside. I better go check up on what they're doing...
I arrived in the lab to find Dr. Briefs working on another machine. I looked at the gravity
capsule. It looked like it hasn't been touched since I last used it.
"Hey, old man! Is that thing fixed yet?" I exclaimed. Dr. Briefs looked up at me in surprise.
Fear was written all over his face.
"V-Vegeta..." he stammered, "I...It's not fixed yet..."
"WHAT?!"
"Y-you see,...I had to work on these other machines...it's very important and besides," he
shifted his glasses, "Bulma told me she'll fix it for you,"
"Then how come it ain't fixed yet?!" I demanded.
"Well...she has started on a few parts but..."
"But what?!"
"Bulma's...you see she's..." before Dr. Briefs could finish his sentence, Bulma came in with
the most ugliest frown I've ever seen. She stomped to the gravity machine and threw one tool
after another on the floor. I watched in awe as she began kicking the gravity capsule.
"Damn you! Damn you Yamcha!" Bulma threw a metal instrument at the wall. It just missed one
of Dr. Briefs' precious trophies, making the old man sigh with relief.
"She's been pretty upset about Yamcha and they broke up...again," Dr. Briefs whispered,
"but this time, it's for good."
"For good?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Yup. They had quite a fight yesterday. I suggest you stay away from her 'til she cools down,"
and with that, he left. DUH! Why should I be scared of her? I walked toward Bulma in attempts
of scolding her for not fixing the capsule on time but before I could even speak, she gave me
a cold, hard look.
"Don't you come near me!!!" she snarled, fury raging in her eyes. Even I was shaken up by the
anger she is feeling right now. Seems like the look she gave me could cut me in half! I stood
there, watching her. Is this really the Bulma I know? She's changed a lot since yesterday.
"Can't understand men...never can understand 'em..." she mumbled as she desperately tried to
hold two wires together.
"Can't understand why you can't be a Super Saiyan when I've put all my mind to this!!!" she
hissed, "do you know how much stress you're giving me?! Do you, Vegeta?! AARGH!!! Can't
take this anymore! I'm always the one helping you become what you want! Why don't you help
yourself?!!"
"Why do you think I'm training day and night for all of this?!" I put my hands on my hips as her
eyes clashed with mine in a silent battle of wits and wills.
"Yes, physically, you are, but mentally?! I'm doing all the mental work here! Why don't you
go find out for yourself why you can't be a super Saiyan?!" Bulma tossed her tools aside,
filling the lab with clanking echoes of falling metal. Before I could answer back, she ran from
the room, tears flowing freely down her eyes. Maybe she had stressed herself too much. Yes. For
once, she was right. I gotta find a reason why I can't go super. Something about Kakarrot...hmm.
What could he have that I don't? Well...actually, he has a lot that I don't have. Then it hit
me. Now I know what I've gotta do. I gotta be more and more like Kakarrot..this is insane! But
I gotta go super! There's only two years left before those androids show up! UGH! I'll have to
do it...even if it kills me!