Chapter 3: Training Day
A small, golden orb appeared out of nowhere and hurtled towards Goten's head. He easily deflected it away with a slap of his hand and it landed miles away, detonating on the jagged side of a mountain. He spoke in his usual high pitched voice, taunting his sparring partner as the cliff disintegrated far behind him, "Aww, come on Trunks, I thought you were gonna take this match seriously. It determines who catches dinner tonight!"
"Take it easy Goten, I'm in no hurry to enjoy 'nature' as Gohan calls it," Trunks replied. He rolled his shoulders around and pushed his purple bangs out of his eyes before getting back into a battle stance. The orange armbands on his wrists tightened as he flexed his muscles and positioned his fists in front of his body.
"Yeah, I guess so too," Goten added, scratching his head. When he looked back up Trunks was right in front of him, ready to strike. His blow came hard and swift and Goten was knocked to the ground.
"Ha ha, you lose!" Trunks laughed, his navy blue uniform heaving with each giggle.
"No fair, it was a timeout," Goten contested as best he could. He dusted off his own red-orange gi and tied his black belt as tight as he could to restrain himself from yelling at his friend. He didn't hate him, but sometimes Trunks took advantage of Goten and made him feel dumb.
"Nope, you lost. It's your own fault!"
"Guys, guys! Calm down. There's no need to get riled up over this. I'll go get dinner, okay?" Goku said as he took off his boots and placed them on a small boulder," Fish alright?" The two kids nodded, "Okay then, be right back!" Goku waved and then flew off towards the nearest lake.
"Wait up, I'll come with you Goku!" Krillin shouted before his friend was out of ears range. He rolled up the red sleeves on his shirt and took off to catch up. The wind around the Great Forest was refreshing today. It was nice to feel it on blowing on their skin after a tough fight.
No sooner had they left, Trunks spoke up, "Ha ha, it worked just like I planned it!" He jumped for joy and gave Goten a high five.
"Ha, yeah it did. Let's go play now! All this quite is boring me," Goten said. In no time they were running into the forest, joking around and playing games that kids their age usually played.
"How's that rice coming along Yamcha," Gohan asked, licking his lips as he watched the pot boil over. The pot was about three feet deep and filled with twenty pounds of rice, but to a saiyan, that was no more than an appetizer.
"It's almost done, just a few more minutes. It should be ready by the time your dad gets back." Yamcha told him as he stirred the globs of rice with a large wooden spoon.
"Great," Gohan said, "Ahh, it's so nice to be able to just relax again. No bad guys to fight, no school . . ." He kicked back and leaned into the tall, green grass lining the riverbank. The blades of grass swayed lightly in the breeze and hypnotized Goku's son. His thoughts drifted back to the days when he was Goten and Trunk's age. He used to go on trips with his dad all the time. Oolong and Master Roshi always came along, and Krillin tagged along too. Gohan also remembered his dragon friend Icarus. After he got into Orange Star High School, he didn't have time to hang out with him anymore. One of these days he'd have to stop in and say 'hi'. Over the past few days Gohan had watched the sun rise and set. The colors of the sky in summer were awesome. Sometimes it would be a dark violet with red in the background, and other times the entire sky looked to be filled with gold. Gohan stuck his feet into the cold water of the fast flowing river that was parallel to the forest, letting them cool off after an entire day of walking barefoot.
"So Gohan, what is Videl doing today?" Yamcha asked as he stirred the rice some more. Lifting up the spoon he sampled the rice to make sure it was cooked. With a slight nod he returned it to the pot and awaited Gohan's response.
"Oh, she's got a test in Summer school today. She might be joining us later," Gohan replied, placing his arms behind his head. He had cut his hair short again and it looked almost exactly like Yamcha's apart from the trademark spikiness that ran in his family.
"That sounds good. It guess it is nice to have just us guys around once in a while though, right? When I was with Bulma there were times where I would give anything for some peace and quiet!" Yamcha joked.
"Heh, yeah. Videl and I get along well. She's a great girlfriend," Gohan explained.
"Speaking about us guys, I wonder where Vegeta is . . ."
Capsule Corp; West City
At 500 times Earth's normal gravity, training was nothing more than a walk in the park for the Saiyan Prince. He could take much more, but due to technological restraints, this was as high as it could go. Vegeta's regiment of flips, kicks, and combination punches had chiseled his body into perfect form. When he moved, every muscle in his body was accentuated. He could have any woman in the universe if he wanted, but there was one problem . . .
"Oh Vegeta . . . " Bulma said over the intercom in her most seductive voice. Vegeta ignored her and continued to work out. During mid-punch the whirring of the gravity generator shut off and his weight returned to normal.
"Not now woman! I'm in the middle of-" Vegeta stopped mid-sentence when he noticed Bulma arching her back and fixing her shoulder length blue hair. Her slim frame leaned against the door to the training facility as she waited for her husband. She was no slouch in the body department either. Bulma defined everything there was to being a woman. She had a perfect hourglass figure, full lips, and a temper that was matched only by Chi Chi. This woman always got what she wanted . . .
"Trunks is gone for the weekend and my dad and mom are visiting some friends, so how about you take a break and we hang out for a while? It's been awhile since we've been alone," She strutted in slowly, moving her hips back and forth. She'd make sure that Vegeta knew what her intentions were.
"But-"
"No excuses. Come on now," Bulma pushed herself against Vegeta's body and placed a finger under his chin to close his mouth. She then traced her hand down Vegeta's neck to the middle of his chest, "Don't argue. You're powerless before me . . ." Bulma licked her lips and produced a cocky smile. She gave him a peck on the cheek and continued, "There's much more where that came from . . . if you want it," before turning around she stretched her arms out and yawned, "Boy am I tired. I think I'll take a nap in our bed . . ."
Her sweet perfume lingered in the great Vegeta's nostrils as she left the room. He swept his stiff black hair back with his hand and contemplated what to do, 'I'm one of the greatest fighters in the entire universe but I can't even stand up to this woman . . . how pitiful.'
"Oh Vegeta honey," her siren-like beckon came from down the hall.
"I'm coming woman!"
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Power Levels for this time
Goku: 18,000,000
Gohan (Mystic): 570,000,000
Vegeta: 20,000,000
Yamcha: 250,000
Krillin: 325,000
Trunks: 10,000,000
Goten: 8,800,000
He he, I like this chapter a lot. Show's everybody's human side and builds the characters up. I could probably do better on the descriptions though. I'll work on that in future chapters, but for now, please reply and tell me what you think whether it's good or bad. BE sure to check out Chapter 4: The Great Escape later this week.
A small, golden orb appeared out of nowhere and hurtled towards Goten's head. He easily deflected it away with a slap of his hand and it landed miles away, detonating on the jagged side of a mountain. He spoke in his usual high pitched voice, taunting his sparring partner as the cliff disintegrated far behind him, "Aww, come on Trunks, I thought you were gonna take this match seriously. It determines who catches dinner tonight!"
"Take it easy Goten, I'm in no hurry to enjoy 'nature' as Gohan calls it," Trunks replied. He rolled his shoulders around and pushed his purple bangs out of his eyes before getting back into a battle stance. The orange armbands on his wrists tightened as he flexed his muscles and positioned his fists in front of his body.
"Yeah, I guess so too," Goten added, scratching his head. When he looked back up Trunks was right in front of him, ready to strike. His blow came hard and swift and Goten was knocked to the ground.
"Ha ha, you lose!" Trunks laughed, his navy blue uniform heaving with each giggle.
"No fair, it was a timeout," Goten contested as best he could. He dusted off his own red-orange gi and tied his black belt as tight as he could to restrain himself from yelling at his friend. He didn't hate him, but sometimes Trunks took advantage of Goten and made him feel dumb.
"Nope, you lost. It's your own fault!"
"Guys, guys! Calm down. There's no need to get riled up over this. I'll go get dinner, okay?" Goku said as he took off his boots and placed them on a small boulder," Fish alright?" The two kids nodded, "Okay then, be right back!" Goku waved and then flew off towards the nearest lake.
"Wait up, I'll come with you Goku!" Krillin shouted before his friend was out of ears range. He rolled up the red sleeves on his shirt and took off to catch up. The wind around the Great Forest was refreshing today. It was nice to feel it on blowing on their skin after a tough fight.
No sooner had they left, Trunks spoke up, "Ha ha, it worked just like I planned it!" He jumped for joy and gave Goten a high five.
"Ha, yeah it did. Let's go play now! All this quite is boring me," Goten said. In no time they were running into the forest, joking around and playing games that kids their age usually played.
"How's that rice coming along Yamcha," Gohan asked, licking his lips as he watched the pot boil over. The pot was about three feet deep and filled with twenty pounds of rice, but to a saiyan, that was no more than an appetizer.
"It's almost done, just a few more minutes. It should be ready by the time your dad gets back." Yamcha told him as he stirred the globs of rice with a large wooden spoon.
"Great," Gohan said, "Ahh, it's so nice to be able to just relax again. No bad guys to fight, no school . . ." He kicked back and leaned into the tall, green grass lining the riverbank. The blades of grass swayed lightly in the breeze and hypnotized Goku's son. His thoughts drifted back to the days when he was Goten and Trunk's age. He used to go on trips with his dad all the time. Oolong and Master Roshi always came along, and Krillin tagged along too. Gohan also remembered his dragon friend Icarus. After he got into Orange Star High School, he didn't have time to hang out with him anymore. One of these days he'd have to stop in and say 'hi'. Over the past few days Gohan had watched the sun rise and set. The colors of the sky in summer were awesome. Sometimes it would be a dark violet with red in the background, and other times the entire sky looked to be filled with gold. Gohan stuck his feet into the cold water of the fast flowing river that was parallel to the forest, letting them cool off after an entire day of walking barefoot.
"So Gohan, what is Videl doing today?" Yamcha asked as he stirred the rice some more. Lifting up the spoon he sampled the rice to make sure it was cooked. With a slight nod he returned it to the pot and awaited Gohan's response.
"Oh, she's got a test in Summer school today. She might be joining us later," Gohan replied, placing his arms behind his head. He had cut his hair short again and it looked almost exactly like Yamcha's apart from the trademark spikiness that ran in his family.
"That sounds good. It guess it is nice to have just us guys around once in a while though, right? When I was with Bulma there were times where I would give anything for some peace and quiet!" Yamcha joked.
"Heh, yeah. Videl and I get along well. She's a great girlfriend," Gohan explained.
"Speaking about us guys, I wonder where Vegeta is . . ."
Capsule Corp; West City
At 500 times Earth's normal gravity, training was nothing more than a walk in the park for the Saiyan Prince. He could take much more, but due to technological restraints, this was as high as it could go. Vegeta's regiment of flips, kicks, and combination punches had chiseled his body into perfect form. When he moved, every muscle in his body was accentuated. He could have any woman in the universe if he wanted, but there was one problem . . .
"Oh Vegeta . . . " Bulma said over the intercom in her most seductive voice. Vegeta ignored her and continued to work out. During mid-punch the whirring of the gravity generator shut off and his weight returned to normal.
"Not now woman! I'm in the middle of-" Vegeta stopped mid-sentence when he noticed Bulma arching her back and fixing her shoulder length blue hair. Her slim frame leaned against the door to the training facility as she waited for her husband. She was no slouch in the body department either. Bulma defined everything there was to being a woman. She had a perfect hourglass figure, full lips, and a temper that was matched only by Chi Chi. This woman always got what she wanted . . .
"Trunks is gone for the weekend and my dad and mom are visiting some friends, so how about you take a break and we hang out for a while? It's been awhile since we've been alone," She strutted in slowly, moving her hips back and forth. She'd make sure that Vegeta knew what her intentions were.
"But-"
"No excuses. Come on now," Bulma pushed herself against Vegeta's body and placed a finger under his chin to close his mouth. She then traced her hand down Vegeta's neck to the middle of his chest, "Don't argue. You're powerless before me . . ." Bulma licked her lips and produced a cocky smile. She gave him a peck on the cheek and continued, "There's much more where that came from . . . if you want it," before turning around she stretched her arms out and yawned, "Boy am I tired. I think I'll take a nap in our bed . . ."
Her sweet perfume lingered in the great Vegeta's nostrils as she left the room. He swept his stiff black hair back with his hand and contemplated what to do, 'I'm one of the greatest fighters in the entire universe but I can't even stand up to this woman . . . how pitiful.'
"Oh Vegeta honey," her siren-like beckon came from down the hall.
"I'm coming woman!"
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Power Levels for this time
Goku: 18,000,000
Gohan (Mystic): 570,000,000
Vegeta: 20,000,000
Yamcha: 250,000
Krillin: 325,000
Trunks: 10,000,000
Goten: 8,800,000
He he, I like this chapter a lot. Show's everybody's human side and builds the characters up. I could probably do better on the descriptions though. I'll work on that in future chapters, but for now, please reply and tell me what you think whether it's good or bad. BE sure to check out Chapter 4: The Great Escape later this week.