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Chapter 8: Why Me?

The day went on like nothing had happened. Like Yamcha had never come. And like Yamcha had never gone. Bulma kept to herself for the rest of the day, minding her own business. But she felt so fulfilled; she felt freedom from her life of virginity. "I bet you Vegeta is feeling the same way right now," she said to her self, placing her hand upon a window, facing the gravity room. "Gosh, I almost forgot what it was like being in love. Poor Vegeta, he had never experienced love. Well, in that case, I am going to have to give it to him so much more, to make up for the lost love."

Bulma was a little off in her expectations of Vegeta. In fact, he hadn't thought of her sense earlier that mourning. He was training harder than ever. For some reason, his sexual release, gave him so much more strength. But he knew why. He had been craving it for quite some time. It was crippling him, and now that he had fulfilled his desire, he could concentrate on his training once more. Vegeta was seemingly disappearing and reappearing, throwing punches into the air. He then disappeared, and then reappeared doing a back flip, landing on his feet. He walked over to the window to look outside and saw that it was dark. Checking the time on the wall, he saw that it was 11:59 pm. He walked over to a tear off calendar and, as the clock hit 12, he ripped off another date. "18 months left," Vegeta said as he placed his arms on the wall and dipped his head below them. Sweat was rolling down his face and hitting the ground 250 times harder. "Vegeta," he said to himself, "why haven't you reached your goal. Already halfway to the androids arrival, and you are still a weakling," Vegeta was breathing pretty heavily, but that didn't stop him walking over to the machine controls. Vegeta caught his breath and stared down at the controls. He placed his hand on them and punched in the number 300. Then he stared at the enter button and wondered if he should push it. He gulped down hard as he prepared himself, and pressed the enter button. Suddenly he felt his knees give way and his arms fall to the ground. He was too weak to stand under the extreme gravity level. Vegeta just stayed in that position for several minutes, breathing heavily on the heavy air. He was down on all fours. He couldn't move, and that infuriated him. Vegeta began trying to charge up, but he couldn't concentrate under this intense strain. He was going to lose it, but then he screamed and shot up in a burst of fiery white energy. He stood there under the force of gravity, pulling him down ever more. He punched off the machine and ran to a window. He stared hard at the mirror, looking at himself, he thought that he did it; he felt an energy surge of immense proportions. As he stared at the window, he saw no change, and he then fell to his knees.

"Why is it so hard, I have more power then when Kakarotte did it back on Namek, so why can't I harness my super saiyan powers. I can feel them; I know their there, I am so close, but yet so far. ERR!!" Vegeta punched down on the ground causing the earth to shake under the Machine.

Vegeta got up and walked out of the chamber. He walked towards the kitchen and grabbed some milk. He looked at a nice sandwich but was to disgusted with himself to eat it. As he got to his room, he headed for his bathroom and took a shower. He got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. Something was odd; it was not going as far as normal. He looked into the mirror and stared at himself closely, "You stupid pig, your gaining weight. Look at that, I never thought that at such high levels, we saiyans could grow fat. Damn it! How could I be so careless? That's it, I am on a strict diet until I transform to super saiyan." Vegeta grabbed a clean pair of boxers and put them on. He was so angry with himself that he insulted himself by saying that he was surprised that his boxers still fit. As he got into bed, he noticed that his door had opened.

"Hey Vegeta," Bulma said as she walked through the door.

"Get out!" he yelled in a whispered voice.

"Wha… Why?" she said as she closed the door behind her.

"Just leave, I am in no mood," he angrily said.

"Vegeta, c'mon, you're a guy, you're always in the mood…" Vegeta, show was furious now, Yelled at her, cutting her off.

"I am done with whoring you, leave!" He angrily said.

"Whoring! I was just a whore to you, is that it?" she said on the verge of crying, and screaming.

"What, you thought that the two of us meant something, Grow up! I am a Saiyan Prince and you are a petty earth woman, in fact, you should be slaving your self to me. Find yourself lucky that you whored for a prince, it is a step up for you," he said with his old evil voice, unused for a long while.

Bulma's eyes were wide with fury, he anger, even as she suppressed it, was boiling over. "I can't believe you Vegeta, I cannot believe you," she said as she began to cry as she left the room.  

Vegeta just lied there and rolled over in bed. "Why Me?" he said to himself as he drifted off to sleep.

Bulma headed for her bedroom, quietly pouting away at Vegeta's hurtful remarks. She opened her door and walked in. she headed for her bed and lied down. As she got into her bed, she began crying louder into her pillow, "Why Me," she said, "Why me," she repeated. "All I want is love and a person that gave it to me the way he did, should be the one I love." Bulma cried her self to sleep.

The next mourning:

Vegeta awoke early in the mourning and headed for the gravity room. He got in and stretched out, and then placed the machine to 275 times earth's normal gravity. For some reason, it felt like nothing much. Vegeta was done playing around. He wanted results and results fast. He wasn't going to take it much longer, he needed to change and it had to happen soon. He put the machine to 325 and began training for about 30 minutes. Then angry at how things were going, he put the machine on 350 and trained much harder. He went through his ten-minute routine 12 times for two hours. It went through everything and was usually the best for training on a lower gravity level, but in this level, even the simplest move used every but of strength to hold him together. He could only train for a mere 2 and a half hours under these conditions before he fell down on all fours. He used all of his strength to go get up and do the routine once more before he turned the machine off. He walked out and searched out Mr. Briefs.

Vegeta finally found him in his workshop, and he walked in. "Hey, I need a favor," he said in an angered voice.

Mr. Briefs flashed a smile and looked back at him, "Sure, what is it?"

"Fuel up the space ship that holds the gravity machine and get it ready for lift off, by the end of the day, and I need some new armor," Vegeta said to the aging man.

"Umm, sure, but why are you…" Vegeta cut the man off.

"Does it matter, don't worry, I will return, just do as I ask," Vegeta said to the man, increasingly annoyed.

"Sure Vegeta, actually, Bulma made you new armor and a new suit yesterday. It is right over there," he said as he pointed to a box on a supply table toward the back of the room. Vegeta walked over and opened the box. As he pulled out the suit, he noticed a similar suit to his last one, but it was design for a little more agility.

"Very nice," he said impressed at her work.

"Yes it is. Well, I'll get to work fueling up the space pod, and I'll do a diagnostic to make sure it's space worthy and you'll…" Vegeta, who was increasingly annoyed, cut him off again.

"Just do it and tell me when it's ready for travel!" He spat at the old man. Mr. Briefs nearly fell down as he ran out the door to get the machine ready for space. Vegeta on the other hand, headed up stairs, and began packing. He had decided not to return until he had reached super saiyan, because he would be of no use if he returned without reaching it anyways.  

Author's note:

     Well, Things are beginning to play out nicely, I don't know about you, but I cannot wait until the next chapter, see you then.