A Death
Vegeta shook his head as he watched Soyna dote over Cyrus and saw Benot rescue the poor child before he could be smothered and carted him off the school. She was so overprotective of him it was sometimes sickening. The boy may not be a weakling compared to everyone else, but the boy did not deserve to be so overprotected. He was not going to know how to ever defend himself.
She looked so sad to see him go.
"Are you up for it?" he called to her. She looked at him and smiled, the sadness leaving her eyes. Oh yeah. He had his sparing partner back. He had been looking forward to this for 5 years!
...........
"Thanks," Cyrus said to his older brother who was walking beside him and taking him to school for the first time. "Mom was being to clingy." He said. She was. She brushed his hair so hard that he had to water it down, so that it was not so frizzy and she checked his inhaler at least ten times before he even got his shoes on.
"No problem," Benot said. "I had to save you from her. Man, I have never seen her so nervous about your first day of school!" Benot shook his head. "On my first day of school, she was almost happy to see us go, but then, Legen and I were much more than a handful that you are."
"I don't know why she has to be so protective of me!" Cyrus said with a frown as he adjusted the book bag on his shoulders. "She acts as if I am going to break!"
"You don't remember how sick you were as a baby," Benot said. "I think she still thinks of you like that." Benot sighed deeply and then tussled his hair that he just fixed before he left the house. "One day, she'll realize that you are growing up."
"Once she realizes that she will have more time now to train again, she will be happy to send you off to school every day," Benot continued. "I am sure that Vegeta even misses training with her."
"Then, do you think she will let up? I heard her last night talking about home schooling for me! I don't want to be home schooled!" he said and looked at his older brother with desperation in his eyes.
"I don't think dad will let that happen," Benot said. "Let's not worry about that. Let's get you to your first day of school!"
Cyrus smiled. He had been so looking forward to school and meeting other kids to play with. Some that were not so orientated on fighting would be nice. As they approached the school it seemed so big and there were so many kids. He looked wide-eyed and didn't realize he slowed down until his brother nudged him. He didn't think he would be so nervous.
"I'll take you to your home room," he said
He just nodded. He was hoping to send his brother away and just go on in himself, but now he was glad to have his older brother with him.
He didn't think there would be that many kids here! And he felt so small! He knew he was the smallest in his family, but he didn't think he would be the smallest in the school and it was beginning to look that way. He felt his breathing quicken and his chest tighten. He took a quick puff off his inhaler.
"Are you okay?" Benot asked him, his voice thick with concern.
He nodded. He was just over excited and thrilled to be somewhere so different from home. Mom most likely would have already shuffled him back home if she saw him take a puff so soon. Benot didn't think he was that much of a wimp. Benot was the one of his siblings that he got along with better than anyone else, even though Flint, Flare and Gem were closer to his age, he rather play with Benot who wouldn't push him to hard. Benot never teased him about being not as strong as everyone else. It didn't seem to bother him like the others. It wasn't like he was contagious.
"Here we are." Benot open the door and nudged him in. "Hey! You get Mr. Calaway!" He saw the thin balding man jump as he turned. He looked startled.
"Benot," he said with a nervous smile. "It is good to see you." He obviously was lying. "Who do we have here?"
"My little brother, Cyrus, is starting in your class," Benot said proudly.
The man seemed to pale. "Oh. Another Son-Briefs. I just went through the last two of your clan." The teacher said with a nervous smile. "Are there anymore of them at home?"
"Nope," Benot said. "None from my parents anyway." Benot seemed to enjoy watching his old teacher squirm. "And don't worry Mr. Calaway. Cyrus is a good kid. He is nothing like me and his siblings. He wants to be in school."
"I certainly hope so," the teacher breathed. Benot seemed thrilled to have terrorized the teacher such.
"Okay," Benot said looking down at him. "You got my cell number. Call me, not mom, if something goes wrong. I don't want her frantic at school."
The teacher tensed at the mention of his mother. Did she intimidate everyone? He never understood why someone would be scared of his mom. He could understand why they were nervous around his dad. His dad was big, but his mom was small and pretty. She wasn't scary.
"Okay," he said.
"Stay out of trouble," Benot said and I will pick you up with Flint and Flare at three o'clock."
"Okay," he repeated. He was starting to dote like mom.
He stood up straight and said his goodbyes to the teacher. The teacher looked down at him nervously. "Take a seat Cyrus," the teacher said. "We will beginning soon."
Cyrus couldn't wait!
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"You are not concentrating!" Vegeta snapped as he plowed Soyna into the wall. She slumped to the floor falling out of her ascended stage and groaned loudly. "You are out of shape!"
She just shook her head. "You are pushing me to hard," she said and slowly tried to stand. "I have only been training with my boys for the last little while. I don't have the same speed that I used too."
"Baa! That is no excuse!" Vegeta said. "You are babying them all!"
She managed to stand. Her knees were all wobbly. She had to use the wall for support. Her chi was fluctuating like crazy. How could she let herself go for so long? "They are children! Not part of a military group!" One of her knees gave way and she fell to the floor panting. He could hear some mild curses come off her lips. She gasped as she pulled herself up once again.
"How did you get so weak?" he scoffed and made the mistake of letting his guard down. After all the years they trained together, he should have known better.
Suddenly, she did not look like she was tired out and was no longer panting. Her Chi rose dramatically from its once fallen stage. He was shocked at the sudden outburst of her attack and soon found himself pressed against the wall. She gave him such a smile that it almost scared him. "I have learned a lot from my boys, don't you think?" she said and she let him fall to the floor and he was gasping for air. The last punch knocked out all the air out of his lungs.
He looked up at her in shock. "Your, Your chi was even fluctuating," he gasped and tried to recover as quickly as possible. He did not want to look weak in front of his granddaughter.
"I know. Cool trick huh. Benot taught me that one. He would do that when he didn't want to train anymore but as soon as I said it was over, he would suddenly have all his energy back." She said with a smile. "He also used it to catch me off guard a couple of times. It works pretty good huh?"
Yeah. It was effective. "When did you take acting lessons?" he grunted and was able to stand fully up now. He never even thought she would do that. In the past, she was such a diligent fighter that she wouldn't even stop when she was actually hurt.
She smiled at him and chuckled slightly. "Just thought I would warn you before the boys try that trick on you. I think they are planning an all out assault to get back at you for all your hard training." She said. "So, do you think I have grown weak?"
He straightened up. "Well, lets finish this without any further trickery," he said and attacked her as he boosted his power. She quickly showed him that she had been holding back in their previous fight.
She had been toying with him!
He grinned to himself. He couldn't be more proud!
..............
Bulma walked into the office that was once her and was now her sons. She sort of missed the work. Sort of. Seeing how her son looked right now was almost funny. He was trying not to yell over he phone but his voice was stained and the pen in his hand was now leaking all over the desk. She used to just throw things and pull her hair. It looked as if he had tugged at his hair earlier, for it was in disarray.
She sat down and waited for her son to finish.
He said a curt goodbye to whomever was on the other end of the phone and looked at her and his eyes were almost on fire. He looked so angry. He sure resembled his father when he was angry.
"What is it dear?" she asked.
"Oh, nothing," he said as he noticed his ink covered hand and began to curse under his breath and began to look for something to clean his hand with.
"Don't lie to me," she said in a voice that could only get a reaction out of her son.
He sighed. "The contractor that we hired for one of the projects is asking for a hell of a lot more money than what he said he could do it for! And he wasn't even the cheapest bidder." He said and wiped his ink colored hand on the paper and then looked back at her. "Why are you here mom?"
"Oh, nothing much. I just wanted to see if my son was available for lunch. Vegeta is busy with Soyna today and I didn't want to watch them beat up each other." Bulma said. "All the grandchildren are at school now and I feel kind of useless." She confessed. She always had a little one of someone's to watch after, but now they were all going to school!
She didn't feel like watching over Vegeta all the time. He was way too much of a handful and he tended to like to do things that were a little on the violent side. He left that up to Soyna. She was the fighter.
Trunks frowned and looked at his calendar, and then smiled. "This will work. I have a lunch with Junior today. You are more than welcome to join us today mom. Junior will be there and you can ask him when he will set a date for the wedding so you can have more children to play with." Trunks knew that she wanted to have more grandchildren and great grandchildren around. She no longer had to really worry about the gravity training room breaking down. Hell, most of the kids knew how to repair it themselves and even had made some modifications on her design. The only child that seemed to need her was Cyrus and he would always join her in her lab and help her with whatever she was working on. He was such a bright boy.
She smiled. "That would be nice. I promise not to terrorize him to much."
Trunks grinned "Good, it is settled then and maybe, if you don't mind, you could help with this contractor. He is being really stubborn."
She smiled brightly, "Sure." She wouldn't feel so useless then.
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Cyrus was bored. He thought school was going to be interesting, but he already knew all the stuff the teacher was telling him and all his classmates were so immature.
Mr. Calaway got mad at him once for doodling and thought that he would make an example of him. "Since you seem to know so much Mr. Son-Briefs, what is the name of all the planets in our solar system, since you like drawing planets so much?"
He sighed. That one was easy! Of course. Mr. Calaway jaw nearly hit the floor when he told them what they were. He was not drawing planets in this solar system though. Although he had not traveled to the other systems he knew that there were quite a few out there. A lot actually and he knew a couple from the star charts Oma had lying around and there was a few that he just seem to know about. He had also listened with great interest to the ones that have traveled.
He smiled at the teacher hoping to diffuse the shock. It only seemed to get him angrier though. What did his brothers and sister do to this poor guy?
"Well," he said as he finished the talk. "You seem to know a lot."
"I do," he said. He knew that he knew a lot. Oma told him that he was a lot like her with her same brains. He thought that was a good thing, because she was the smartest person that he knew. Some of the class giggled as he said that. Did he say something funny?
"Don't be so smart!" Mr. Calaway snapped. "We are working on math here! Not astronomy!"
He shrank in his chair. "Sorry sir," he whimpered. He didn't like getting yelled at.
"Well, then why don't you show the class how smart you are by coming up here and doing this math problem."
He nervously walked to the front of the class and wrote the answer on the board and then meekly went back to his desk.
The teacher just stared at him.
"What? Is it wrong?" He asked.
..........
She thought that being busy would make her feel better, but she still felt so sluggish and tired. It was good seeing Junior at lunch and she had not realized that she had not see Junior in a couple of months. The boy looked a lot leaner and stronger than before. He obviously was working out a lot more than he had in the past. He had his hair cut a little shorter now that he could transform. She remembered him complaining about how it would get in the way if he kept it the length it was before. She didn't bug him about setting a date even though he could see that he was waiting for it. She didn't need to bug him about it.
As the lunch went on and she got filled in on all that was going on, the voices began to blur into a dull drone and her appetite was lost. She really tried to focus on what her son and Junior were saying but the words didn't seem to mean anything anymore.
"Oma?"
He looked over and had to blink. He looked so much like Vegeta. "Yes," she said. That was how Vegeta would have looked if he weren't raised so cruelly. She thought it was cute that he sometime still slipped and called her Oma. She sometimes wished she were able to have more children.
"Are you okay?" His voice was softer than Vegeta's. Did she notice that before? She didn't remember. Of course, he never acted like his namesake. Which was good. Soyna, his sister, took care of that part.
"I'm just a little tired," she said and felt weak all of a sudden. "I think I just need to go freshen up," she tried to stand and then remembered feeling like she was falling.
The next thing she remembered was her son holding fanning her and she was lying on a padded couch. He was saying something. His mouth was moving but she didn't hear him. She was just so tired. She just wanted sleep now.
.......
Cyrus squinted and felt a sharp pain in his chest. The teacher was still mad at him. He could see that. He had done, what he considered complicated math problems on the board and they were not. Well, at least for him.
He sat quietly now and folded his hands in his lap to stop them from twitching and tried really hard not to look bored and he was talking about something that he already knew.
The pain increased. He took a puff off his inhaler and it didn't help the pain go away like it normally did. It was beginning to scare him. He took another puff and the pain only increased. He was starting to get scared.
........
Goku watched with envy as he watched Vegeta and Soyna spar. He knew that he had been spoiled the last while. Soyna was busy with her kids and that left him to spar with Vegeta, nearly all the time. well, three times a week. And there they were, trying to kill each other at 200 times gravity, both with golden hair and auras. He wanted to join in.
But he was amazed at how good she still was. She had only been sparing with her children the last well, three years and it didn't seem to have stopped her speed or strength in any way what so ever. If anything, he was sure that her speed had improved.
The problem was, there was no one else to spar with. Gohan worked. Trunks worked. Goten worked. Pan was even working now that both her children were in school. Junior worked.. Everyone worked or was going to school!
He sat down and watched them spar. Maybe he should get a job or something. Maybe even go to school. If he could just think of something other than fighting that interested him, maybe he could do it. And well, it couldn't involve food, because that would be just to tempting. Maybe he could talk to Bulma about finding him a job at Capsule Corp. Bulma would.
Bulma.
.........
Vegeta stopped in mid lunge and was greeted by a firm fist to the jaw that sent him flying across the room.
Soyna looked at him with concerned eyes instead of attacking again. Did she feel that something was wrong too?
.........
Vegeta shook his head as he watched Soyna dote over Cyrus and saw Benot rescue the poor child before he could be smothered and carted him off the school. She was so overprotective of him it was sometimes sickening. The boy may not be a weakling compared to everyone else, but the boy did not deserve to be so overprotected. He was not going to know how to ever defend himself.
She looked so sad to see him go.
"Are you up for it?" he called to her. She looked at him and smiled, the sadness leaving her eyes. Oh yeah. He had his sparing partner back. He had been looking forward to this for 5 years!
...........
"Thanks," Cyrus said to his older brother who was walking beside him and taking him to school for the first time. "Mom was being to clingy." He said. She was. She brushed his hair so hard that he had to water it down, so that it was not so frizzy and she checked his inhaler at least ten times before he even got his shoes on.
"No problem," Benot said. "I had to save you from her. Man, I have never seen her so nervous about your first day of school!" Benot shook his head. "On my first day of school, she was almost happy to see us go, but then, Legen and I were much more than a handful that you are."
"I don't know why she has to be so protective of me!" Cyrus said with a frown as he adjusted the book bag on his shoulders. "She acts as if I am going to break!"
"You don't remember how sick you were as a baby," Benot said. "I think she still thinks of you like that." Benot sighed deeply and then tussled his hair that he just fixed before he left the house. "One day, she'll realize that you are growing up."
"Once she realizes that she will have more time now to train again, she will be happy to send you off to school every day," Benot continued. "I am sure that Vegeta even misses training with her."
"Then, do you think she will let up? I heard her last night talking about home schooling for me! I don't want to be home schooled!" he said and looked at his older brother with desperation in his eyes.
"I don't think dad will let that happen," Benot said. "Let's not worry about that. Let's get you to your first day of school!"
Cyrus smiled. He had been so looking forward to school and meeting other kids to play with. Some that were not so orientated on fighting would be nice. As they approached the school it seemed so big and there were so many kids. He looked wide-eyed and didn't realize he slowed down until his brother nudged him. He didn't think he would be so nervous.
"I'll take you to your home room," he said
He just nodded. He was hoping to send his brother away and just go on in himself, but now he was glad to have his older brother with him.
He didn't think there would be that many kids here! And he felt so small! He knew he was the smallest in his family, but he didn't think he would be the smallest in the school and it was beginning to look that way. He felt his breathing quicken and his chest tighten. He took a quick puff off his inhaler.
"Are you okay?" Benot asked him, his voice thick with concern.
He nodded. He was just over excited and thrilled to be somewhere so different from home. Mom most likely would have already shuffled him back home if she saw him take a puff so soon. Benot didn't think he was that much of a wimp. Benot was the one of his siblings that he got along with better than anyone else, even though Flint, Flare and Gem were closer to his age, he rather play with Benot who wouldn't push him to hard. Benot never teased him about being not as strong as everyone else. It didn't seem to bother him like the others. It wasn't like he was contagious.
"Here we are." Benot open the door and nudged him in. "Hey! You get Mr. Calaway!" He saw the thin balding man jump as he turned. He looked startled.
"Benot," he said with a nervous smile. "It is good to see you." He obviously was lying. "Who do we have here?"
"My little brother, Cyrus, is starting in your class," Benot said proudly.
The man seemed to pale. "Oh. Another Son-Briefs. I just went through the last two of your clan." The teacher said with a nervous smile. "Are there anymore of them at home?"
"Nope," Benot said. "None from my parents anyway." Benot seemed to enjoy watching his old teacher squirm. "And don't worry Mr. Calaway. Cyrus is a good kid. He is nothing like me and his siblings. He wants to be in school."
"I certainly hope so," the teacher breathed. Benot seemed thrilled to have terrorized the teacher such.
"Okay," Benot said looking down at him. "You got my cell number. Call me, not mom, if something goes wrong. I don't want her frantic at school."
The teacher tensed at the mention of his mother. Did she intimidate everyone? He never understood why someone would be scared of his mom. He could understand why they were nervous around his dad. His dad was big, but his mom was small and pretty. She wasn't scary.
"Okay," he said.
"Stay out of trouble," Benot said and I will pick you up with Flint and Flare at three o'clock."
"Okay," he repeated. He was starting to dote like mom.
He stood up straight and said his goodbyes to the teacher. The teacher looked down at him nervously. "Take a seat Cyrus," the teacher said. "We will beginning soon."
Cyrus couldn't wait!
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"You are not concentrating!" Vegeta snapped as he plowed Soyna into the wall. She slumped to the floor falling out of her ascended stage and groaned loudly. "You are out of shape!"
She just shook her head. "You are pushing me to hard," she said and slowly tried to stand. "I have only been training with my boys for the last little while. I don't have the same speed that I used too."
"Baa! That is no excuse!" Vegeta said. "You are babying them all!"
She managed to stand. Her knees were all wobbly. She had to use the wall for support. Her chi was fluctuating like crazy. How could she let herself go for so long? "They are children! Not part of a military group!" One of her knees gave way and she fell to the floor panting. He could hear some mild curses come off her lips. She gasped as she pulled herself up once again.
"How did you get so weak?" he scoffed and made the mistake of letting his guard down. After all the years they trained together, he should have known better.
Suddenly, she did not look like she was tired out and was no longer panting. Her Chi rose dramatically from its once fallen stage. He was shocked at the sudden outburst of her attack and soon found himself pressed against the wall. She gave him such a smile that it almost scared him. "I have learned a lot from my boys, don't you think?" she said and she let him fall to the floor and he was gasping for air. The last punch knocked out all the air out of his lungs.
He looked up at her in shock. "Your, Your chi was even fluctuating," he gasped and tried to recover as quickly as possible. He did not want to look weak in front of his granddaughter.
"I know. Cool trick huh. Benot taught me that one. He would do that when he didn't want to train anymore but as soon as I said it was over, he would suddenly have all his energy back." She said with a smile. "He also used it to catch me off guard a couple of times. It works pretty good huh?"
Yeah. It was effective. "When did you take acting lessons?" he grunted and was able to stand fully up now. He never even thought she would do that. In the past, she was such a diligent fighter that she wouldn't even stop when she was actually hurt.
She smiled at him and chuckled slightly. "Just thought I would warn you before the boys try that trick on you. I think they are planning an all out assault to get back at you for all your hard training." She said. "So, do you think I have grown weak?"
He straightened up. "Well, lets finish this without any further trickery," he said and attacked her as he boosted his power. She quickly showed him that she had been holding back in their previous fight.
She had been toying with him!
He grinned to himself. He couldn't be more proud!
..............
Bulma walked into the office that was once her and was now her sons. She sort of missed the work. Sort of. Seeing how her son looked right now was almost funny. He was trying not to yell over he phone but his voice was stained and the pen in his hand was now leaking all over the desk. She used to just throw things and pull her hair. It looked as if he had tugged at his hair earlier, for it was in disarray.
She sat down and waited for her son to finish.
He said a curt goodbye to whomever was on the other end of the phone and looked at her and his eyes were almost on fire. He looked so angry. He sure resembled his father when he was angry.
"What is it dear?" she asked.
"Oh, nothing," he said as he noticed his ink covered hand and began to curse under his breath and began to look for something to clean his hand with.
"Don't lie to me," she said in a voice that could only get a reaction out of her son.
He sighed. "The contractor that we hired for one of the projects is asking for a hell of a lot more money than what he said he could do it for! And he wasn't even the cheapest bidder." He said and wiped his ink colored hand on the paper and then looked back at her. "Why are you here mom?"
"Oh, nothing much. I just wanted to see if my son was available for lunch. Vegeta is busy with Soyna today and I didn't want to watch them beat up each other." Bulma said. "All the grandchildren are at school now and I feel kind of useless." She confessed. She always had a little one of someone's to watch after, but now they were all going to school!
She didn't feel like watching over Vegeta all the time. He was way too much of a handful and he tended to like to do things that were a little on the violent side. He left that up to Soyna. She was the fighter.
Trunks frowned and looked at his calendar, and then smiled. "This will work. I have a lunch with Junior today. You are more than welcome to join us today mom. Junior will be there and you can ask him when he will set a date for the wedding so you can have more children to play with." Trunks knew that she wanted to have more grandchildren and great grandchildren around. She no longer had to really worry about the gravity training room breaking down. Hell, most of the kids knew how to repair it themselves and even had made some modifications on her design. The only child that seemed to need her was Cyrus and he would always join her in her lab and help her with whatever she was working on. He was such a bright boy.
She smiled. "That would be nice. I promise not to terrorize him to much."
Trunks grinned "Good, it is settled then and maybe, if you don't mind, you could help with this contractor. He is being really stubborn."
She smiled brightly, "Sure." She wouldn't feel so useless then.
............
Cyrus was bored. He thought school was going to be interesting, but he already knew all the stuff the teacher was telling him and all his classmates were so immature.
Mr. Calaway got mad at him once for doodling and thought that he would make an example of him. "Since you seem to know so much Mr. Son-Briefs, what is the name of all the planets in our solar system, since you like drawing planets so much?"
He sighed. That one was easy! Of course. Mr. Calaway jaw nearly hit the floor when he told them what they were. He was not drawing planets in this solar system though. Although he had not traveled to the other systems he knew that there were quite a few out there. A lot actually and he knew a couple from the star charts Oma had lying around and there was a few that he just seem to know about. He had also listened with great interest to the ones that have traveled.
He smiled at the teacher hoping to diffuse the shock. It only seemed to get him angrier though. What did his brothers and sister do to this poor guy?
"Well," he said as he finished the talk. "You seem to know a lot."
"I do," he said. He knew that he knew a lot. Oma told him that he was a lot like her with her same brains. He thought that was a good thing, because she was the smartest person that he knew. Some of the class giggled as he said that. Did he say something funny?
"Don't be so smart!" Mr. Calaway snapped. "We are working on math here! Not astronomy!"
He shrank in his chair. "Sorry sir," he whimpered. He didn't like getting yelled at.
"Well, then why don't you show the class how smart you are by coming up here and doing this math problem."
He nervously walked to the front of the class and wrote the answer on the board and then meekly went back to his desk.
The teacher just stared at him.
"What? Is it wrong?" He asked.
..........
She thought that being busy would make her feel better, but she still felt so sluggish and tired. It was good seeing Junior at lunch and she had not realized that she had not see Junior in a couple of months. The boy looked a lot leaner and stronger than before. He obviously was working out a lot more than he had in the past. He had his hair cut a little shorter now that he could transform. She remembered him complaining about how it would get in the way if he kept it the length it was before. She didn't bug him about setting a date even though he could see that he was waiting for it. She didn't need to bug him about it.
As the lunch went on and she got filled in on all that was going on, the voices began to blur into a dull drone and her appetite was lost. She really tried to focus on what her son and Junior were saying but the words didn't seem to mean anything anymore.
"Oma?"
He looked over and had to blink. He looked so much like Vegeta. "Yes," she said. That was how Vegeta would have looked if he weren't raised so cruelly. She thought it was cute that he sometime still slipped and called her Oma. She sometimes wished she were able to have more children.
"Are you okay?" His voice was softer than Vegeta's. Did she notice that before? She didn't remember. Of course, he never acted like his namesake. Which was good. Soyna, his sister, took care of that part.
"I'm just a little tired," she said and felt weak all of a sudden. "I think I just need to go freshen up," she tried to stand and then remembered feeling like she was falling.
The next thing she remembered was her son holding fanning her and she was lying on a padded couch. He was saying something. His mouth was moving but she didn't hear him. She was just so tired. She just wanted sleep now.
.......
Cyrus squinted and felt a sharp pain in his chest. The teacher was still mad at him. He could see that. He had done, what he considered complicated math problems on the board and they were not. Well, at least for him.
He sat quietly now and folded his hands in his lap to stop them from twitching and tried really hard not to look bored and he was talking about something that he already knew.
The pain increased. He took a puff off his inhaler and it didn't help the pain go away like it normally did. It was beginning to scare him. He took another puff and the pain only increased. He was starting to get scared.
........
Goku watched with envy as he watched Vegeta and Soyna spar. He knew that he had been spoiled the last while. Soyna was busy with her kids and that left him to spar with Vegeta, nearly all the time. well, three times a week. And there they were, trying to kill each other at 200 times gravity, both with golden hair and auras. He wanted to join in.
But he was amazed at how good she still was. She had only been sparing with her children the last well, three years and it didn't seem to have stopped her speed or strength in any way what so ever. If anything, he was sure that her speed had improved.
The problem was, there was no one else to spar with. Gohan worked. Trunks worked. Goten worked. Pan was even working now that both her children were in school. Junior worked.. Everyone worked or was going to school!
He sat down and watched them spar. Maybe he should get a job or something. Maybe even go to school. If he could just think of something other than fighting that interested him, maybe he could do it. And well, it couldn't involve food, because that would be just to tempting. Maybe he could talk to Bulma about finding him a job at Capsule Corp. Bulma would.
Bulma.
.........
Vegeta stopped in mid lunge and was greeted by a firm fist to the jaw that sent him flying across the room.
Soyna looked at him with concerned eyes instead of attacking again. Did she feel that something was wrong too?
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