A/N: I felt so guilty that I didn't update, that I decided to post two chapters closer together. (Self induced guilt, not your fault, my faithfull readers.)
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Chapter 3.
"Ka-me-ha-me-ha!" The beam shot from Goku's hands and rocketed towards Vegeta, but he ducked and shot at Goku with his own signature attack, the green beam knocking Goku out of the sky. Dirt flew up from the ground as Goku hit, but he was out of the hole instantly, and a close-quarters fistfight began, but Goku thought something was wrong. Vegeta was only dodging or blocking just over half of the blows that Goku threw his way, and Goku hardly had to defend himself. A sudden ki-attack blew them away from each other, and they both paused as they got their breath back.
"Kakarrot, what time is it?" Vegeta asked, and Goku moved out of his defensive stance.
"Vegeta, that's the third time you've asked me. Why do you want to know?"
"Because I want to know. Is that a crime?" Vegeta snapped back, also losing his stance. The spar was over, that was obvious, and they both flopped onto the grass under a large tree to rest for a while. The nearby lake reflected amber sunlight; evening slowly turning to dusk, and Goku closed his eyes, listening to the water lap at the banks. It always helped him to relax, but for some reason today it didn't. Goku looked at Vegeta and frowned.
'He's so stressed out lately, but why? Why doesn't he say what's bothering him, because there's obviously something wrong, it shows when we spar. His concentration is all but gone, and he doesn't even realize when I lowered my ki in today's spar. He'd usually go off, go completely mad at me, but today he didn't seem to realize that I'm giving him a lot of hits. What is wrong?'
"Vegeta, you've been acting funny lately. What's up?" Goku asked, and Vegeta's head jerked around to look at him.
'How could I tell him? Stupid baka, he'd laugh at me if he knew what she has been doing for the last four months, I can feel it.'
"Nothing. Why do you ask?" Vegeta snapped, but his tone wasn't as cutting as usual.
"Because you've been losing your concentration. What's up?" Goku asked.
"Nothing that concerns you. Stop asking." Vegeta said, then he lifted into the air and shot away, back to Capsule Corp. Goku looked after him, then shrugged and took to the air himself, flying leisurely back to his own home.
"Vegeta, there is something wrong, I can feel it. You'll tell me in your own time though, if you are going to." He said under his breath.
