Vegeta Takes on the FEI .

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"Denotes Speech"

Denotes Flashback

'Denotes thoughts'

Chapter 2.

A shadowy figure floated across the plush carpet of what seemed to be a bedroom. As silently as possible, it packed a small rucksack full of clothes, and specially hidden food items... enough to feed ten ningens for a day. The sun hadn't even risen above the horizon; a dank dawn grey covered everything. However, this lack of light did not phase the figure at all. Nimbly, it climbed out of the open window, taking flight into the slowly brightening sky.

Pigeons call out, a strangled noise cutting through the silence of the bright morning. Bulma Briefs sat up straight in her bed, stretching out the stiff muscles. Mentally she checked off the various tasks that needed doing. She drags a porcupine brush through the fine blue hair, running through each of those tasks as she removed tangles... Put Trunks to school... Make breakfast for herself and Vegeta... work on her latest project... Go to one of the annual meetings Bulma sighs quietly. Vegeta had been avoiding her lately... or at least training with Goku a lot more.

Bulma sighed, touching up her rose- coloured lipstick in time to hear her son grumbling about breakfast not being ready yet. Despite herself, she smiled. He was so much like his father, and yet he wasn't. There were only two downsides to having a half - Saiyajin son. First was the need for the child to be trained, second, they were high maintenance in the food department. She walked downstairs, trailing after her son.

Meanwhile...

"Keep your lower leg on him Vegeta. That's it, push him through it!" the instructor encouraged the vertically challenged Saiyajin prince. Man if this guy keeps this up he'll be in the World Championships in no time at all

The Saiyajin no Ouji was currently pressing a beautiful flaxen chestnut Arab through a series of five fences that required the horse to take off as soon as it had cleared the last fence. Although the fences did not exceed three feet high, this was an exercise designed to test the horses reflex and the rider's ability to communicate with the mount...and no less than perfect was the result of that attempt. Vegeta finally adopted the more upright posture after clearly landing the last of the fences, allowing the chestnut to stretch out its muscles after an hour of intense schooling.

"That was brilliant. Have you considered going into competition? I mean, you'd be fighting off the best at the rate you're going. I'm talking Ludger Beerbaum, the Whitakers... Robert Smi-"

"Shut up ningen, that's the idea." Vegeta spat, after sliding from the Arab's back, "I'm fully aware of what I'm going to achieve. Take the beast and be away with it. I have to leave now."

"But Veg-" The poor instructor spluttered, taking hold of the abandoned reins, staring at thin air where the Ouji occupied less than two seconds ago, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow... "

Back at Capsule Corporation that afternoon, Bulma toed off her shoes. It had been a hard meeting, but it seemed that things were flourishing for the company since the instalment of new furnishings in the new Capsule house range. It had been surprisingly quiet; there wasn't even the faintest sound of Vegeta training in the gravity room. Strange, he hadn't been in there for a while. She could tell from the lack of robots that were being demolished.

She'd just settled down with a cup of steaming tea when a disturbing rattle of the window drew her out of her musings. Goku floated just outside with the ever -present 'I'm an idiot' grin plastered on his face. It didn't fool Bulma though; it seemed that there was a force behind keeping up the charade. After rolling her eyes at the Saiyajin, she let him in through the window. Goku waved at Bulma before initiating one of his 'high energy' conversations.

"Hi Bulma!"

"Goku, spill it. What's up?"

Goku hesitated a second, "Have you seen Vegeta about? It's been weeks since we've had a good fight... in fact a fight at all."

Bulma twitched, in that way that really ISN'T good, "What do you mean? He's been disappearing more often saying that he's gone to spar with you..."

Goku shrugged looking clueless "Maybe he's doing other stuff..." Then had the brains to look disappointed.

Bulma obviously had other ideas "Goku, do you know if he's seeing another woman?"

Goku shrugged again "I wouldn't know" the Saiya-jin rubbed his chin with a finger and thumb thoughtfully "I doubt it though Bulma, I mean, Vegeta is pretty committed I don't see why he'd just run off like that… he probably has his reasons"

"Yeah like another woman." Bulma was pouting by this point in time, a lone storm cloud seeming to form over her head. Goku sweatdropped at the sight of a localised downpour along with a single spotlight where Bulma stood. "I'm sure it's not that Bulma. I'd better get going now other Chichi will give me the frying pan treatment for being late for dinner." There was a pause. The purple head of a child poked itself around the doorway, staring at the adults. He'd been eavesdropping the entire conversation.

"Mom… Goku-san?" The child looked up at the adults, his head tilted "I know I wasn't supposed to be listening to your conversation… but I know what's up with 'Tousan." Trunks Briefs then took cover as his mother wheeled around to face him, dangerous flames appearing in the depths of her usually calm eyes. "Trunks, you have NO say whatsoever in this situation. Before you disappear… have you seen your father around lately?" Her tone became cold as ice, promising a painful verbal lashing for the Saiya-jin no Ouji as soon as she found him.

"Hai 'Kaasan. He's in the study." He replied quietly.

"Arigato Trunks. Oh, and by the way, you're grounded mister!"

"Aww….shoot." Trunks scuffed his foot against the carpet, looking a lot like his father when things didn't go his way. The young demi- saiyan then decided it wasn't worth facing his mother's wrath now while she was in this sort of mood. His feet fell upon the stairs leading to the upper levels of Capsule Corporation. Instead of following his mother and Goku, who headed to the study, he slinked into his room. Boy were they going to be in for a big surprise.

"Vegeta! Vegeta! Show your cowardly backside now." Bulma started yelling halfway down the corridor to the study. Goku shook his head slightly, watching the smaller woman. Chichi was going to kill him for being late… but he wanted to find out exactly why the prince hadn't been turning up to sparring matches. It wasn't at all like Vegeta to miss a good fight.

"Vegeta! Vegeta! Show your cowardly backside now." Vegeta could hear the onna raging down the corridor. He let out a sigh. 'What have I done now?' He thought, while hurridly trying to clean up his study area. Over the last few weeks he'd been carefully studying the techniques used to train both horses and riders for top competitions. Luckily for himself he was firstly, by blood Saiya-jin. He'd have no problems where his fitness came in. It was refining his training to follow a different route that had been difficult.

Although he had to admit it had done wonders for his temper. These horses could sense the mood of its rider, and would act accordingly. This he'd found out within the first week of learning how to control the animals. To become the best, he knew he'd have to channel any anger and irritation into other activities. Studying was the main activity that he'd chosen. Who knew reading books and researching could take up so much energy?

"VEGETAAAAAAAAA!"

'Oh crap. Busted' The ouji thought. Bulma burst through the door, followed by Goku. 'Great, what else could go wrong?' He sneered a little. Though its effect was dimished because only the top half of his face peeked over the top of the stack of books he was just about to hide. Unfortunately he'd underestimated how fast Bulma could move when she was really angry. It seems that she was more than angry with him.

"What is it onna?" He said, irritated.

"I can't believe you. ' What is it onna?'" She mimicked Vegeta's voice "How can you stand there so calmly after all that you've done! Even Goku-san noticed something was wrong with your behaviour!" She hissed.

"…and your point is?"

"Tell me who she is Vegeta."

The short Ouji stole a glance at Goku, who looked just as clueless as himself about the situation. He then turned back to his seething mate, a blank expression on his face "Who 'she' is? What are you talking about?" A movement at the doorway caught Vegeta's eye. Standing there was his son, looking very smug at the entire ordeal. 'The kid knows something…'

"Don't play innocent with me! I know you're seeing another woman! Just tell me who it is Vegeta." Bulma had started to calm down slightly. Everything about the Ouji however told her that her accusation was wrong. He stood there, looking at her as if she'd suddenly grown a second head.

"There is no other woman, onna." He replied, in a somewhat confused tone

"Don't lie! Even Goku noticed that you haven't been turning up to sparring matches lately!"

'Ah… damn… I thought the baka wouldn't notice that much. I can't let them know of this special training though, I have far to go before I can claim to be one of the best, and that much longer before I am the best' Vegeta thought frantically. The Ouji didn't have a choice in the matter as Trunks stepped into the middle of the group.

"'Kaasan, Goku-san. I know what's going on. So if you listen… you'll know that 'Tousan hasn't been seeing any other women." He started. Before vegeta could even dive for the folder that he had tucked away under the desk, a purple blur had left a breeze in its wake. "'Tousan has been doing some special training. It's involved quite a lot of studying. Here look for yourself."

Bulma opened the file. "Oh my…"

"What is it Bulma?" Goku butted in. Within a few seconds, he was almost sorry for his mistake. This was one of the last things ANYONE would have thought the Saiyajin no Ouji would do.

Bulma and Goku promptly passed out, much to Trunks' amusement… and to Vegeta's impending horror.

End Chapter 2

Well there's the second chapter. Thanks to my Reviewer that gave me the extra moral support I needed to get this done. I've been trying to get this one written forever.