Chapter Three____________________
Gohan drove them home that night, the Z Fighter's all opted to think more on it after a good nights rest. Pan and Bra, who wanted, And who Vegeta insisted at threat of life, to stay over at Pan's house, were in the backseat looking at a gift each had received. Apparently Gohan had requested Bulma make a special watch for them, but they had no idea how to use it.
Pan sat up in her bed that night, trying to find out what was so special about the watch. She turned to Bra, who was sitting up right beside her. "Any idea what these are for?" she asked.
Bra shook her head. "No clue, but it doesn't look too valuable. I'll just get a Rolex next time I'm out shopping."
Pan turned it over for the hundredth or so time. "Come on, there must be a reason Dad said it was so special," she replied.
Bra did the same. "Guess so, but I still say it doesn't look too expensive," she said. "Anyways, let's get some sleep. Big day tomorrow."
Pan sighed and nodded, slipping her watch on and shimmying down under the covers. Bra followed suit and soon they were both sleeping.
Elsewhere in the house a light was still on. Gohan sat in his study, hovering above the ground and meditating just like his mentor Piccolo used to. In silent concentration he shoved his ki down to below one, then gradually built it back to it's maximum, allowing it to course through his body and fortify his muscles. He hadn't trained in years and if this force was powerful enough to take Kurillin then he knew he'd need to have all of his powers at the ready.
"Gohan?" Videl asked as she walked into the room. She was concerned, Gohan had been like this since they'd gotten home two hours ago.
Gohan looked up as he heard his name. He turned his head to look at his wife. "What is it? Is something wrong?" he asked.
Videl shook her head. "No, I'm just worried about you. Tomorrow is going to be a big day for you and everyone, and you're going to need your rest."
He placed his feet on the ground and walked over to her, embracing her warmly. "I'll be fine. But if I go without warming up I'm not going to be of much use," he said.
Sighing, she returned the embrace. "Just don't wear yourself out," she responded. She looked into his eyes and melted in their glow.
"I won't," he said as he drew her into a kiss, sliding his tongue gently between her lips. Their eyes closed, tongues dancing in love.
Miles away in Capsule Corp., Bulma Briefs lay in bed alone, kept awake by the constant explosions bellowing from the gravity room. It was the first night in years she'd spent alone, she'd gotten used to days but it was odd not feeling Vegeta laying next to her at night.
In the gravity room Vegeta trained hard, ki pulsed through his body visibly, creating a white aura as he pressured himself at 1,000 times normal gravity. Sweat pooled on the floor, dripping from his body in streams.
He began firing multiple blasts of ki to the far end of the room, then forced them back towards him at incredible speeds. He evaded them as they began bouncing in all different directions, flipping around the room like a gymnast and struggling to get up each time one hit him and exploded.
Such was his training in the past years, a constant torture on his body. A few months back he even dragged Trunks into it, and also allowed Bra to join in occasionally. Dodging his blasts, and taking a fair share of hits, had increased each of their power levels quite a bit.
At the same time, miles away, Trunks flew through the air towards Goten's place. He figured his best friend would love to go on another adventure. He slowed his flight as the apartment came into view, and landed just out of sight of everyone else. He walked over to Goten's door and knocked. When this failed to produce Goten he started banging louder. "Goten! You stupid lazy-ass! GET OUT HERE!"
Goten opened the door a few minutes later, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. "Hey! Trunks! Long time no see!" he exclaimed, pulling Trunks into a bone-crushing hug. "What brings you out here? Tired of training with Vegeta?"
Trunks hugged back. "Not at all, just a little proposition I figured you'd enjoy.if I didn't come at a bad time," he said, pointing to Goten's towel.
Goten laughed, blushing. "Not at all, Paris is asleep and I was headed there myself, so no trouble," he replied, stepping aside as Trunks walked in.
Miles above them, at Korin's tower, Tien was fast asleep and clutching a bag of senzu beans. He had a bad feeling about the whole situation, and had decided to prepare.
Last of all, Eighteen, slept in the Brief's guestroom, having cried, in both sadness at Kurillin's loss and joy at the other's willingness to help her, until she closed her eyes in sleep.
And the evening passed, a calm before the storm their adventure promised to be.
Gohan drove them home that night, the Z Fighter's all opted to think more on it after a good nights rest. Pan and Bra, who wanted, And who Vegeta insisted at threat of life, to stay over at Pan's house, were in the backseat looking at a gift each had received. Apparently Gohan had requested Bulma make a special watch for them, but they had no idea how to use it.
Pan sat up in her bed that night, trying to find out what was so special about the watch. She turned to Bra, who was sitting up right beside her. "Any idea what these are for?" she asked.
Bra shook her head. "No clue, but it doesn't look too valuable. I'll just get a Rolex next time I'm out shopping."
Pan turned it over for the hundredth or so time. "Come on, there must be a reason Dad said it was so special," she replied.
Bra did the same. "Guess so, but I still say it doesn't look too expensive," she said. "Anyways, let's get some sleep. Big day tomorrow."
Pan sighed and nodded, slipping her watch on and shimmying down under the covers. Bra followed suit and soon they were both sleeping.
Elsewhere in the house a light was still on. Gohan sat in his study, hovering above the ground and meditating just like his mentor Piccolo used to. In silent concentration he shoved his ki down to below one, then gradually built it back to it's maximum, allowing it to course through his body and fortify his muscles. He hadn't trained in years and if this force was powerful enough to take Kurillin then he knew he'd need to have all of his powers at the ready.
"Gohan?" Videl asked as she walked into the room. She was concerned, Gohan had been like this since they'd gotten home two hours ago.
Gohan looked up as he heard his name. He turned his head to look at his wife. "What is it? Is something wrong?" he asked.
Videl shook her head. "No, I'm just worried about you. Tomorrow is going to be a big day for you and everyone, and you're going to need your rest."
He placed his feet on the ground and walked over to her, embracing her warmly. "I'll be fine. But if I go without warming up I'm not going to be of much use," he said.
Sighing, she returned the embrace. "Just don't wear yourself out," she responded. She looked into his eyes and melted in their glow.
"I won't," he said as he drew her into a kiss, sliding his tongue gently between her lips. Their eyes closed, tongues dancing in love.
Miles away in Capsule Corp., Bulma Briefs lay in bed alone, kept awake by the constant explosions bellowing from the gravity room. It was the first night in years she'd spent alone, she'd gotten used to days but it was odd not feeling Vegeta laying next to her at night.
In the gravity room Vegeta trained hard, ki pulsed through his body visibly, creating a white aura as he pressured himself at 1,000 times normal gravity. Sweat pooled on the floor, dripping from his body in streams.
He began firing multiple blasts of ki to the far end of the room, then forced them back towards him at incredible speeds. He evaded them as they began bouncing in all different directions, flipping around the room like a gymnast and struggling to get up each time one hit him and exploded.
Such was his training in the past years, a constant torture on his body. A few months back he even dragged Trunks into it, and also allowed Bra to join in occasionally. Dodging his blasts, and taking a fair share of hits, had increased each of their power levels quite a bit.
At the same time, miles away, Trunks flew through the air towards Goten's place. He figured his best friend would love to go on another adventure. He slowed his flight as the apartment came into view, and landed just out of sight of everyone else. He walked over to Goten's door and knocked. When this failed to produce Goten he started banging louder. "Goten! You stupid lazy-ass! GET OUT HERE!"
Goten opened the door a few minutes later, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. "Hey! Trunks! Long time no see!" he exclaimed, pulling Trunks into a bone-crushing hug. "What brings you out here? Tired of training with Vegeta?"
Trunks hugged back. "Not at all, just a little proposition I figured you'd enjoy.if I didn't come at a bad time," he said, pointing to Goten's towel.
Goten laughed, blushing. "Not at all, Paris is asleep and I was headed there myself, so no trouble," he replied, stepping aside as Trunks walked in.
Miles above them, at Korin's tower, Tien was fast asleep and clutching a bag of senzu beans. He had a bad feeling about the whole situation, and had decided to prepare.
Last of all, Eighteen, slept in the Brief's guestroom, having cried, in both sadness at Kurillin's loss and joy at the other's willingness to help her, until she closed her eyes in sleep.
And the evening passed, a calm before the storm their adventure promised to be.